I love it for a few reasons.
It helps brighten up the house--always a good thing. (Do you notice Drummer's drop of saliva ready to fall?)It gives me better vision of what the kids are up to while I'm in the kitchen--my security mirror.
But my favorite reason would be this boy.
I take him over to it (or any mirror for that matter), and he'll smile at me in it and then act all shy and bury his head in my shoulder. Ahh.
He's in love with his momma.
And the feeling is mutual.
The look on his face in the last picture is absolute perfection!
ReplyDeleteThe sweetest. That boy of yours begs kissing.
ReplyDeleteDrummer is a big FLIRT!
ReplyDeleteOh, it's just the beginning! Boys are so fun!
ReplyDeleteBaby Boy love is the best ever and it only grows as they do. I LOVE my daughter with all of my heart, but the loving I get from my son is just unbeatable. :)
ReplyDeletelove the looks of adoration and how intrigued he is by what you're doing with the camera too :)
ReplyDeleteI love this post. You post the happiest things. I love getting free stuff, fantastic isn't it!? :)
ReplyDeleteThat last picture is priceless!
ReplyDeleteThese are photos you will cherish always...each baby boy expression you've been able to capture. Do you mInd sharing which Canon camera you use? Your photos are always so perfect.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE all the stars your daddy made! It looks stunning!
ReplyDeletehe is too sweet!! love the stars by the way, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe last photo is him saying...not only am I in love, but she is the BEST!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI only have two of your dads stars, but I'll keep saving my money and buying one at a time until I have a true collection shimmering down from our ceiling. They are my prized possessions!
ReplyDelete(your dad is the one who first told me about your blog. I was telling him about my 5 boys, and he told me you had 5 girls. This was before darling little Drummer, of course!)
Wish you could come to CO and show me how to turn my sewing machine on.
Amy
So cute! What a score on the the mirros.
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