I absolutely love this baby. Anyone else remember when his hair was constantly on end? So sweet. This was a morning when he slept in and I was able to drink most of my coffee.
Coffee given by my secret sister, as well as, that adorable sleeper he was in (it had a dog face on the booty).
As a baby, Peyton was rather spoiled. I'd sit around and wait for him to make a noise from his crib so we could get up and party. Second child, he has adapted to kicking the bars of the crib and playing it like a drum until I retrieved him. Sweet numbered days. Of course, these days, they often get each other up and have some sort of converstation. Which is funny because Caleb's conversation is more dub da va ka da batman. Then they get to the top of the stairs and warn me they're heading down. Adorable.
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