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chai for breakfast |
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me laser-eying Joe; he's totally oblivious |
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Aren't we just the cutest couple of kids? |
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Joe says yes. And there's my death glare again. |
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"Joe's my bro" |
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rocking out |
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me, being awesome |
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Joe, being awesomer |
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chai for breakfast |
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me laser-eying Joe; he's totally oblivious |
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Aren't we just the cutest couple of kids? |
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Joe says yes. And there's my death glare again. |
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"Joe's my bro" |
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rocking out |
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me, being awesome |
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Joe, being awesomer |
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with one of her favorite playmates |
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(I like to call these my "artsy" shots) |
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impossibly long-legged, but it's understandable |
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impossibly big-eyed, too |
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before a glorious two-hour nap |
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my little worry-wart child |
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result of an Otter Pop |