Well, folks. Rollie was celebrated well this past week. Rollie is officially 6 months old. My baby is changing during each nap it feels like. He goes to bed and when I go get him, he looks just a lil older. My baby.
Mom actually baked a pie for Rollie (with lots of encouragement from hubs) and dad made the scene just right for a half birthday party.
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| Mixed Berry for the Doodle Berry. |
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He loved the pencil-eraser sized pie he got.
Yum. |
The traditional monthly photo shoot, you are welcome:
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| Geoffrey got a welcomed hello. |
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| Friends. |
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| My sweetie pie. |
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Jerusalem did not get that nice of a
welcome. |
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| Nom, Nom, Nom. |
Other than being a big boy, Rollie and I have spent our week days together on stroller rides and...
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| Sweet boy. |
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| Sleepy boy. |
... weekends with dad disc golfing and bicycle riding.
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| Solving the world's problems. |
Just two last photos, okay?
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| Baby feet are my fave. So wrinkly and presh. |
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