I just love him. So much.
And them too. Equally as much.
He was fascinated by the trees on our walk the other night.
This is obviously pre-walk because the bow is still in place. It usually has a life-expectancy of about 45 seconds.
Oh monkey bread, how I love thee. Alas, it is unrequited.
Just some recent pictures to keep things interesting. The cute children are courtesy of me and my husband, and the monkey bread is courtesy of Pioneer Woman. I'm wearing out her cooking page around here. In fact, the dough for what I'm sure are some a-mazing cinnamon rolls is currently rising. At 4:45 p.m. I just wanted them, ok? Stop judging. We're calling them dessert.
You want some, don't you?
1 comment:
rachel, why won't you share? you're so stingy. maybe some of us are lazier than you.
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