I was in our bedroom when I heard cries coming from down the hall. And this is what I found. She wouldn't attempt to either A. jump over the basket or B. move the door (that had a slight distance to begin with between the laundry basket and itself). Not the brightest, this one.
Aunt Alyssa captured this one. I just love how his eyes look, and that sweet, sweet combover. My favorite is when his hair gets long in the front and you can sweep it to the side.
We each took a child and headed to the deep end. Nothing like bringing your child back to the pool that you yourself went to as a child. Talk about full circle.
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