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| William eyes Declan's shoes (and plots to steal them?) |
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| Declan loves to give hugs! Hug #1: accepted. |
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| Laughing and having fun. |
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| Prelude to hug #2, and William has decided he is done. When he doesn't want to hug, he can be so rude about it. |
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| Pushing… |
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| Crying… |
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| Pulling… |
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| Looking stricken… |
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| Personal space restored! |
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| My attempt to keep William entertained (/quiet) while Daddy had his conference call (snow day!!) |
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| Not totally quiet, but it could've been worse. He did love watching the snow! |
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| All bundled up and ready to play in the snow! (Or totally apprehensive. Whichever.) |
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| Meteorologist Daddy measures the snowfall. |
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| William wasn't thrilled with the snow at first. |
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| He stood in one place and just reached for Daddy to come pick him up. (To be fair, the snow was about up to his knees.) |
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| Refusing to budge while Daddy fetches his hat. |
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| Still stuck. |
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| Best buds! |
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| Then he watched Daddy "shubble" the snow. |
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| Reaching for Daddy, as usual. |
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| Daddy's view as he shoveled. |
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| Daddy teaches William how to have fun in the snow (post-shoveling) by throwing snow at him! |
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| Getting the hang of it! |
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| Throwing snow around. |
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| Requesting the shubble. |
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| Lining his animals up along the side of his crib |
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| Rocking his scarf from Tooie and his hat from Gam |
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| Snow! |
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| Stealing blueberries because apparently his waitress was too slow and inattentive |
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| Meeting Mazie! |
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| Mazie enjoying our dangerous coffee table |
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| William looks like a big kid next to his new buddy! |
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| William apparently was paying attention when I put this chair together the night before. |
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| A new favorite game. |
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| Stealing his cousin's wheels |
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| Honk honk! |
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| Riding Jefferson |
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| "Helping" Mama put down his new rug by standing on the rolled up rug pad |
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| "S'eepin'." He loves to do this on his new rug. |
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| Talking on the phone to Daddy. |
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| Fistful of bolognese |
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| Trying to balance a crispy chickpea on the tines of his fork. Kind of defeats the purpose of the fork (and he couldn't keep it balanced, anyway). |
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| Stacking blocks on top of his pounding tower after dumping all the Lincoln logs onto the floor. |
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| Totally a comfortable way to sleep. |
