Poor Ashe look at those bright red cheeks. He was home today with daddy not feeling very well. I hate when Ashe is sick because there is nothing you can do to make him feel better. You can put him down and he will cry.
You can hold him and he will cry.
You can feed him and he will cry.
You can try to stop feeding him and he will cry.
Poor guy!
Monday, January 29, 2007
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