To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
My baby is 4 today. Time sure flies. Here are pictures thru his 4 years. Some have more pics than others, but I made sure to put some in each year. Hope you enjoy!
2003
Easter outfit
First Christmas
Made possible by Gretchen at 11:36 AM
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