12.29.2008

Wakey, wakey.

Each morning, once Owen is dressed for school, we usually set him back in his crib so we can finish getting ready for work. Meanwhile, little man is always talking up a storm in his crib. He cackles at his fake aquarium, howls at his sheep mobile and jibber-jabbers at his Mom and Dad once they leave the room. Here's him looking innocent-- in between those lovable antics.


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