Mr. Mister has learned the word rough. He knows that a tree's bark is rough and that daddy's unshaven face is rough. The only problem is that he thinks every face is rough. So he rubs his hand down my cheek and says
rough. We'll have to work on that one!!
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Just saw your comment - the funny thing is - we'd actually give anything to be in that sort of climate right now! :) we're crazy like that!
And I would SOOOOO love to be able to have regular play times with our boys. ...someday, maybe :)
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