Chowing down on some spaghetti
A first! Paul fell asleep on his own. Idiot that I am, I picked him up and took him up to his bed. That was the end of that nap! Next time, I'm letting him sleep on the basement floor.
This is what happens when I don't lock the front door during naptime: I hear the door close and find he has let the cat out and is getting ready to play. Yes, he took my leopard-print shoes to wear.
My angel is saying his prayers.
Breastfeeding his baby. You can't hear him saying "Eat! Eat!" A minute before, he had his shirt lifted up, too, but I didn't get the camera in time for that. This will be good blackmail when he's a teenager.
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