davejenbarnes
James, as we’re driving away from the birthing center (that’s the front door to it you can see from his window). I would like to note that every time I buckle him in, I put the oval shaped thingy even with his armpits and he wiggles it down to his belly as soon as I close the door. I promise I know where that puppy should be! I’m not a negligent parent!
And here we have the sweetheart, Lowell on the neighborhood playscape.
Both photos courtesy Grandma!
