wordless wednesday: same kids, different day

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Three Js said…
This is a great shot too!
July 1, 2009 at 5:41 AM
Dee said…
And still cute as ever!
July 1, 2009 at 6:30 AM
Brittany and Charlie-Social Butterfly said…
They all look happy and healthy:) Yeah!!!
July 1, 2009 at 7:16 AM
Alicia W. said…
Your kids are adorable.. That lil red head though just makes me grin from ear to ear, lol. I love it!
July 1, 2009 at 7:28 AM
Kekibird said…
Oh they are so cute and look so happy!
July 1, 2009 at 8:43 AM
valentine said…
your fam. is so cute, thanks for sharing a pic of them!! great WW
July 1, 2009 at 9:53 AM
tiarastantrums said…
oh I adore that little red head
July 1, 2009 at 10:18 AM
Valerie said…
Those smiles sure can brighten a persons day!
July 1, 2009 at 10:32 AM
Roxy said…
Like the title tag!
July 1, 2009 at 6:51 PM
Liz Mays said…
They're all such sweethearts!
July 2, 2009 at 6:02 AM
kailani said…
I love the red hair on the little one. What adorable children!
July 2, 2009 at 8:50 PM
Pineapple Princess said…
Super awesome blog! Love it!
July 2, 2009 at 10:56 PM
Anonymous said…
They're all so cute!
July 3, 2009 at 10:19 AM
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