Luv this outfit
Such a sweet look
He was "talking" to me
Still "talking"
7.24.2008
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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.
2 comments:
How sweet is he?? Oh my goodness, I love that top outfit! And the other one made me think of what I called my second son when he was a baby... "Monkey Boy."
OH! What a precious baby. He is such a cutie pie. If you ever get tired of him just send him to me.
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