Poor Joey. He was trying to be such a big boy pouring his own milk, and it usually works, but not when its a brand new full jug. Darn stuff flew right out of his bowl and into his face! I made him stand there while I got the camera. He didn't really care about that - he was more upset after I showed him the picture (thanks to the digital era they all insist on seeing it "now!") and he realized the hat of Karly's he loved to wear really wasn't his color...
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Ok, so now I checked out Marco and Alissa's blog, and how funny is it that I grew up in Wisconsin with Alissa. Well, my sister was her age anyway. What a small world!
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