Terrible napping threatened the plans, but Terry was getting a ride there fro colleagues, so we were already committed. Liam screamed so loud for five minutes on the way there that I almost turned around to go home, but then he fell soundly asleep.
Christmas tree in front of the capitol building.
Jackson, the son of Terry's friend and colleague, enjoys a lighted sword while watching the parade.
Through marching bands, floats blaring Christmas music, and honking horns of clown cars, Liam sleeps on.
My sweet little angel has sweater marks on his cheek. It was so nice to feel him all warm and snuggled up, with the gentle rhythm of his breathing against my stomach.
On the way home his santa hat slipped down over his eyes and acted like a sleep mask, blocking the light.
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