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397 - 419 (July 1, 2011)

397. Avonlea discovering her hand
398. Dressing the boys like twins
399. Toddlers with sticky fingers
400. Sanctus Real
401. Rubbing noses with Avonlea
402. HE hears my voice evening, morning & noon (Psalm 56:17)
403. Matt's works of art side by side (flower arrangements & his painting)
404. The view from my kitchen sink
405. Long drives and deep conversations with good friends
406. Summer sandbox socials
407. Making a new friend at the library
408. Storytime
409. Making it through a whole church service with all 3 kids by my side (with a little help from a friend)
410. Xrays & physical therapy
411. Trying to be a good steward and seeing God provide miraculously
412. Cole talking to himself excitedly
412. Cole putting more tan one word together "momma happy" "baby had (sad)"
413. Close encounters with a sweet little chipmunk
414. Double rainbows
415. Pictures taken with little fingers
416. Peanut butter pie
417. Kids spinning in our hammock swing
418. My precious daughter asleep in her boppy
419. More old cell phone pictures







 

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