
No longer is it curled up in bed with fresh coffee and the paper (actually, it never really was that, neither of us drinks coffee, and we don't get the newspaper. It just seems like the idyllic American Sunday morning, and I thought it sounded good...)
Now it's with Hayden curled up on our chests or tucked in the nook of daddy's arm...

"reading" picture books and blowing spit bubbles...



and chatting with our little missy.
I tell ya, it doesn't get any better than this...
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