Monday, March 12, 2012

Finger painting

Instead of spending the evening not hearing a word that is said by our Shepherd because of the constant time of teaching him how to be quiet Laughter and I stayed home.  We had a blast!

I forget how quickly he grows.
We needed the one on one time. 

1823.  Blueberries from Mimi.
1824.  Taking an afternoon nap cuddled up in his bed.
1825.  A night alone with Laughter.
1826.  Finger paints.
1827.  Mixing colors & drawing lines.
1828.  Making a mess together.
1829.  Laughing at ourselves.
1830.  Watching the paint dye the water as it ran off our hands.
1831.  A green nose.

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