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My Baby Boy and Me

Last night the boy and I were sitting on the floor looking at the picture in the camera. He would see himself and laugh this fake, crazy laugh. It was beyond funny. So we took a few more pictures of ourselves. Then Davis took his first ever pictures of your dog Max. Here are a few of our fun adventures from last night. It is great that we are so easily entertained....

Davis up close and personal. This one made him laugh the hardest.
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My baby boy and me (excuse my look.....long day)
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Max as seen by Davis
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Time for quiet hours like this with him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay, protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come when his tiny hand,
Will be bigger than my own; he'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see,
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.

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