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In Seven Months

My youngest boy turned seven months old last week. I took some photos that day of my little guy sleeping. I sat and watched him. Marveled at the sight of him. Sighed because he is growing too fast like they all do.

My sleeping angel....
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Sweet perfection....
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Kissable feet....
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Chubby fingers....
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Xander has learned how to sit up big and proud as well.

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He gets the tongue thing from his father.
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I think he knows how adorable he is....
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**Sigh**
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Pure love that boy. Pure love.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh little sweetie pea. He is soooo cute. They do grow up fast...keep taking those pics. Love you guys -Kiki
Abby said…
I want to eat him. I mean not really, but you know.....he is yummy. LOL.

I finally got to where I click and click and click. I take sometimes 40 shots to find a few great ones. It took time to do that with the stinky digital. Sometimes I miss the old school SLR.....

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