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Unknown said…
I love the pictures- so real! Especially the boots at the door. I came over here from Lori's blog, Jakezilla.
February 25, 2009 at 2:32 PM
Candice said…
Awesome pics! My goodness does Tennyson look mature in the shot with his sister and the 'exercise' balls! And, although your beautiful baby is super cute, I do love the wall colour behind him too! Charcoal grey, very nice.
February 25, 2009 at 2:36 PM
Lora said…
these pics make me smile!
even your "mess" looks adorable.
February 25, 2009 at 2:38 PM
Lora said…
also, would it be possible if you emailed me? you should be able to do it by replying to this comment. I just wrote you an email but it turns out I don't have your address! I thought I did, and may have, but there is something very wonky with gmail right now.
February 25, 2009 at 2:44 PM
Tiffany said…
There's no getting around the mess! A friend of mine once called this "toy stir-fry" and I thought it very fitting!
February 25, 2009 at 2:51 PM
Ange said…
Great pics! I love the one with you and the kids. Such a good looking family! Was Tennyson actually sleeping?
February 25, 2009 at 3:34 PM
Tiffany said…
Yep, snoozing away.
February 25, 2009 at 3:46 PM
LoriD said…
Your children are gorgeous. They have a very happy, relaxed look about them. That last one would be perfect framed in the kitchen!
February 25, 2009 at 6:19 PM
Sonya said…
Love this post. The first and last pics are my fav.
February 25, 2009 at 7:57 PM
Q&L said…
Cute, I like the one of Mitchell, on his level :)
February 26, 2009 at 9:00 AM
Candice said…
BTW - how are you ever going to bury this post??
February 27, 2009 at 6:48 PM
Tiffany said…
I'm just never going to blog again.
February 27, 2009 at 7:42 PM
Ange said…
I just noticed that the jam is raspberry. You can't have p/b and raspberry jam. It has to be strawberry! (I'm really kidding, you can eat whatever you like)
March 1, 2009 at 9:36 AM
Tiffany said…
Steven likes all things raspberry. I like Steven. Hence, raspberry jam.
March 1, 2009 at 1:45 PM
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