This is Isaiah at almost one year. Doesn't he look so sweet and innocent? Those were the days. Like the hair spikes? They've been replaced with devil horns.
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Five Ducklings:
Truman, Isaiah, Corinne, Alexandra (Family pic with baby India needed!)
Isaiah, Alexandra, and Corinne
We may not have it all together... but together we have it all.
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Five Ducklings:
Truman, Isaiah, Corinne, Alexandra (Family pic with baby India needed!)
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What's been happening?
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- Sarah Palin
- Special Ed.
- awesome version
- These are some of my random favorites and Tara's t...
- Back to school night
- biscuits and gravy, cup & saucer cafe
- Tribute to the greatest biscuits and gravy in all ...
- To the face - Cambodian Kick Boxing
- Ever been punched in the face while you were sleep...
- Hello, doesn't anybody love me???
- For you...free! Isn't this picture funny? Isaiah ...
- Outhouse Duck
- It's blast to the past day...This has always been ...
- Recognize this chub?
- Injured baby
- Just so our huge reader audience is aware, Cameron...
- Cori's accident
- Road Kill
- Trolli Road Kill Candy - Discontinued
- Road Kill
- Armadillo Road Kill Spoon Rest Tea Bag Holder Catc...
- Illusion of safety
- Road Kill Researcher
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My favorite quote:
"At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent." (Barbara Bush)
Isaiah, Alexandra, and Corinne
I read this on a friends blog, and it reminded me how great it is...
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. -William Henry Channing
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