Or the tale of all mornings, really. Poor guy gets smothered with more kisses than he knows what to do with.
|Sunday, January 29.|
|Monday, January 30.|
But he's not complaining.
|Uncle Joel came to visit.|
|Christmas morning happened.|
|and then she turned 4!|
|Poppy, Granna, and Uncle Aaron came to visit.|
|She got cuter, if that's even possible.|
|Oh. and we bought a house.|
|and yes. this is our amazing backyard.|