Saturday morning, the grandkids woke up and after we started getting breakfast ready, I realized that everyone but Clayton had feetie pajama's on. To cute to not take a picture. Of course will so many babies, it was hard to get a great one.
Little Chesley's exicted face.
Uncle Dane Dane
When Sam was down for a nap, I went to check on him. I started to freak out because he was not in the play pen. With so many people in the house, I figured that someone had heard him crying and took him out. After speaking with all the adults and Rebekah, then I panicked. No one had gotten him. Frantic, we searched the house and found him downstaris watching Ethen play the X-BOX. We took him upstairs and watch his new escape tactic. He just pulls himself out of the playpen and onto the bed. Punk!
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