Wednesday, March 19, 2008
When the sun isn't burning to hot, and the air is crisp and clean, I cannot stay inside.
These pictures are my attempt to be a bit artsy. I absolutely love it when T*man stands and observes life with his hands in his pockets. It seems like such an "adult" thing to do, and always reminds me he really is a little man.
Like Father. Like Son.
::dreaming of having our own house one day::