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Wordful Wednesday and Finding my kids camera

Some things are simply best left unsaid.



Case in point.

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  1. June Freaking CleaverAugust 18, 2010 at 11:54 PM

    That shadow guy is strong, lifting your daughter like that.

    And the son? Is he running for the ice cream man?

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  2. RiahliAugust 19, 2010 at 7:17 AM

    Ha! I love shadow pictures, I always try to get a shadow picture of us every year...my boys were chasing their shadows at the river a few days ago and it had their daddy and I in stitches...super funny. :)

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  3. Kristina P.August 19, 2010 at 8:15 AM

    I'm sure you have nothing to be worried about.

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  4. CountessLaurieAugust 19, 2010 at 8:39 AM

    So fun!! I am totally stealing the shadow man pic :-)

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  5. M-CatAugust 19, 2010 at 10:06 AM

    I missed the shadow man - had to go back, all I could think about was the green grass and how it would feel to lay on it and smell it!

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