Twincubator -
Like Noah's Ark But Drier
If you are just here for the belly shots
It's okay, everyone wants to see a woman's belly who is 40 weeks pregnant with twins.
You probably don't care
Tamaya
MidAtlantic
Mom on the run. Running from the law (work). Running from my kids. Running late. Running to lose the baby weight.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Story Time With Grandpa
My dad was in town for business and decided to stop by.
Owen started off a little nervous, but he decided to get a little closer.
And closer...
Who can resist hearing a retired Colonel discussing the location of your Bebo? Not these kids.
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Erin and John
January 5, 2011 at 8:20 AM
All he needs is a little puppy in his lap.
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