Yesterday morning I had to attend a funeral, so Hunter was in the hands of my dear friends Stacy and Cheryl. And this is what I came home to. Even with hardly any nap (Cheryl says she didn't wake him up, she just needed to check his breathing. Please, even I am way past that stage) he was wound for sound. He was SO hyper, squealing at the top of his lungs and crawling all over the place. Thanks for the laugh, guys, it was needed!
Bye, Bye, Friends!!
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, you have some pretty hair Hunter....what did those girls do to you? Nana
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