Making snow angels in flour all over our dining room table.
The excitment and look on Owen's face every morning while he searches for and then finds Sam is priceless. I wish I could box it up because I know it won't last forever and I LOVE the age/stage he is in right now. Everything is so magical.
This morning Sam is much more subdued. I think he knows I wasn't happy about the mess he made. He's sitting on our book shelf like a good little elf with an apology note.
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| I have such a hard time disguising my handwriting. I found that writing with my left hand works pretty well! |



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