I'm (Not) Crazy Mommy: This one speaks for itself.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

This one speaks for itself.

I nearly cried. Aren't they adorable? And not hitting each other, even though they're most definitely touching. It's a Christmas miracle!

8 comments:

rtbDecember 11, 2008 at 2:40 PM
Oh my gosh. Your boys are so cute! Amazing capture. I know how hard to come by those ones are! I love it!
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rtbDecember 11, 2008 at 2:41 PM
It's destinee-I really should stop using my hubby's computer!
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AndreaDecember 11, 2008 at 3:14 PM
That is a miracle!!
So so cute. Love those smiles.
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KimberlyDecember 11, 2008 at 6:00 PM
My goodness that little one on the left is so completely his dad. That's cute! And smiling! You mentioned that my kids are all alive but you really don't want to see the ER visit count. Just since September we have had a broken arm, broken leg and then surgery on the leg, two sets of stitches and a tonsillectomy. That was expensive. But it's not as bad now as it was when the boys were smaller. It had actually been quite a while since our last ER visit. I wish you luck with your adorable red heads!
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Stacie CooperDecember 11, 2008 at 8:04 PM
You're right, it's adorable - I Love It!
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TilliaDecember 12, 2008 at 12:15 AM
Love it!!!!!!!!!!
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KariDecember 15, 2008 at 12:23 AM
Sending squeezes to every one of them!!! And Kim is dead on ... you've got a deadringer for CPod ;)
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NOBODYDecember 15, 2008 at 2:33 PM
Those smiles are to die for. Seriously.
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