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Is this the same baby? I found this picture of my baby on the computer and had to share. It's just too cute. This is his one year old birthday. I remembered, after looking at the pictures, he had an orange hue about him because he would only eat rice and squash. Oh, he also seemed to have a snotty nose in a lot of the pictures. How could I NOT add these?
I have to also add how much I love to blog. My guilt at the fact I don't scrapbook is slightly alleviated. I realize I'm still old fashioned and I still like to have a tangible book to look at but I never really got into the scrapbooking craze. Before I discovered blogging, I started digital scrapbooking hoping that would be easy to do. Whatever happened to the plain old pockets that pictures slid into and an explanation written on the back? NOT acid free (gasp!)! I still wonder how long the pictures will stay on the internet before someone takes them off or tries to charge me for this blogspot and it lapses. Then I'll have to go back to trying to scrapbooking. I'll probably use acidic paper.


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