Twenty-eight weeks
Guess what? Terrier butt!
We drove out of town today to take photos of Fletcher in the bluebonnets. (For you non-Texans, it's sort of a central Texas spring tradition.)
Baby's first misdemeanor
(Yankees: it's illegal to pick the state flower. We take our icons very seriously around these parts.)
We stopped at a small park in Carmine, TX, where Fletcher pretended to be a Boy of the Future.
We stopped at a small park in Carmine, TX, where Fletcher pretended to be a Boy of the Future.
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