He sure looked cute despite the fact he couldn't walk but merely wobbled side to side. When he would fall down he couldn't seem to get back up, and he would just lie there looking pretty pitiful.
The anticipation stood to be too much for Will because when we finally got out, we lasted only about 10 minutes. The wind was bitter and there seemed to be a foul smell wafting up from William's clothes. We went back in to undress and take off all the layers only to find a clean diaper. I guess the fumes were just having a hard time escaping.
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I think he's crying because his mother gave him not one, but two, plastic bags. I bet it hurts to feel like you are no longer wanted.
I think Will wanted to come to my house for more reasons than just the chocolate oatmeal cookies . . .
Lori that is to funny. I love the zip lock backs as gloves. I'll have to remember that someday if we don't have gloves.
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