Saturday, January 24, 2009
Night at the Roxy
It's 9:15 on a Saturday night. I live in Los Angeles, one of the most happening cities in the nation. Most people my age are just beginning their nights, not to get home until well after midnight. Me? I'm already in my pajamas with my teeth brushed and the dishwasher going. Sigh. And it's all his fault . . .
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Please Chris, this is what you were doing before Carter came :) hehehe
You just wanted to post so you could show how cute your little boy is. He is adorable!!
oh my GOODNESS!!! those are ADORABLE!! you are so lucky.
Well he is one CUTE EXCUSE....you lucky duck!
Sorry we had plans. But if it makes you feel better, we went to bed at 10 (I hate 8:30 church).
Way to guilt me for not hanging out with you last night.
Now, Carter is looking like Christopher. That's my boy!
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