Henry wishes he could escape from Baby Jail. He is often like this in the morning when we go to get him.
This was from before he learned to crawl. Rolling himself under things was a regular occurrence.
Cannon is a very strange and funny little man. And I chose the blurriest version of this from my iPhoto thumbnails. Whoops.
We often meet halfway in Bountiful to go to dinner with Kyle and Angie (by often I mean a couple of times per year). We love it. We love them!
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