circa 1952
dusty musings and other old soul stuff
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I can't believe he's almost 1
He sleeps like a stink bug, crossing his ankles so that his velvety feet point upward. Sudden calm moments whenever he hears music. Crawling in his own way. And his first word ... mama.
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Debra
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Precious!Just Precious!
March 10, 2010 at 12:03 PM
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