A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
Are they your bloomers on his head?
I have often thought that I would like to be as flexible as a cat - and he would run them close. And yes. V.v. cute.
bwahahaha my sister used to do this as a baby! Very cute.
Is he hungry or just showing off? Not a bad trick, I tried it and can only get my foot up to my waist.Well it's getting near midnight and of all the things in my head I want to say thanks to you for giving me space, room. You're a big woman indeed. When your son lost his life he lost the perfect mother, why it would happen is beyond me, all I see is your strength.
Aww. look at the cuddly smooshiness, I want to scoop him up and hug him.
Awwww, he's a sweetie!Eyes are on YOU Robert (and you damnwell know why).
One day all the fake RHs will hold a grogblog. That's one grogblog I'll be going to.
Andrew, smartie, you know my bloomers would cover him and the bouncy chair.EC, I think my flexible yoga days are well behind me although I can do a nice 'flat on my face' fall on carpet.Fenstar, aren't you going to be an auntie before long? We expect cute photos.Rochester, I'm surprised, it's been the belief of blogdom that you have the ability to get both feet in your mouth at the same time.If I'd been your mother, you'd have been the first poet of wealth.River, his father was sensible and didn't cart him around on Christmas Day so that mum could have plenty of time with him in the New Year.Jayne, nice to hear from you. Brawling with Rh again?Rh, isn't that pronouncement an oxymoron or something?
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