Late B-day pics

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Here are Laynee's birthday photos, albeit a bit late!
Hunter and Corrine with the birthday girl.
I took two pictures of Michael with Elayna, but in the first one he didn't smile. So here he is smiling.
My view from the top.
"Aaaaa ba!"
"That's some cold ice cream cake, Mama!"
"For me? I can hardly stand it!" *giggle*
"Ooooh, it's something!"
"Nice. What is it, exactly?"
"Oh. I see. Daddy likes it, too!"
"I'll just put this riiiight there!"

Comments

Jami said…
You got some really good pictures on here. Michael's "CHEESE!!!" face looks totally natural. HA HA. And I LOVE, LOVE the wrapping paper!!!! Where the heck did you get that?! It makes me want to wrap stuff around the house so I can look at it. LOVE it! :0)
February 27, 2008 at 7:16 AM
Jesika said…
Em.....WE HAVE BABIES!! How did that happen?? Well, I know how it happened but seriously, we have babies! Whew! It's crazy that they are both already 1. Weren't we just pregnant or something....Gosh, time flies! She looks adorable, especially in her leopard print skirt! *wink And, I totally agree with Jami about the wrapping paper! I noticed it right of the bat and said to myself that I needed to comment on that because I really, really like it! HA (sorry about the run-on!) Anyway, it looks like ya'll had a great time! I guess I'll end my post since it's getting a bit long! LOVE YOU GUYS!! Oh, and Mike's "cheese" smile rocks! Way to ham it up for the camera, Mike!
February 27, 2008 at 8:04 AM
Valerie said…
So darling! And yes, way cute wrapping paper. I'm thinking someone made it out of plain brown butcher paper, yeah? I might have to try it next time I wrap something.
February 27, 2008 at 8:06 AM
Burrell said…
I got the wrapping paper at....drumroll please....the Dollar Tree last year around Corrine's birthday. And that, sadly was the last of it. I'm on a mission to find more. It was my favorite, too!
February 27, 2008 at 9:19 AM
Danielle said…
Oh my...I think I'm going to have to steal Laynee away from you. Um...remember when I patted my knees to Laynee and tried to get her to come to me...like I would to chica? How embarrassing. I think about that and have to restrain myself from snorting out loud.
February 27, 2008 at 2:51 PM
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