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We spent a happy couple hours at the pirate playground again. Jack pretended to be a dog.

Selah watched.

You might have wondered where Jack gets his funny faces from...

...wonder no more. Josh had a very strange voice to go along with this face.



Selah and Lucy posed.





All of my kids love Selah...I do as well. She's one of our favorite people, forever and ever, amen.


See why?


Selah and Lucy are also two of my mother's favorites. She is another one of mine.


Jack and Bowden about to go down the slide. Jack is upset because Bowden is keeping him back.


Selah and her momma were ready to go, too.






Rosie had to bring her book.

Comments

Sandy said…
I love this post.

I haven't seen Lucy in a long time but she just exudes a very gentle, sweet spirit. And she's cute. So is that Selah. What's Sharon's future pea? A girl? A boy?

Your boys are sweet too.

Miss you muchly.
MomZup said…
Great posts, Sarah! I love all the pictures! Selah looks like Umpa in the first picture with Lucy!
sarah said…
rosie won't find out until the baby comes! pretty exciting!

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