I love this picture...My husband has that "duh" look on his face that I see pretty frequently. Don't get me wrong - he's an intelligent man - he just has his moments. I have no idea what he's picking off his arm; cat hair, fuzz, food remnants - it's anyone's guess.
This is Grandpa Russ (Matthew's dad). When Avery was born, he looked just like him. (We're not talking a slight resemblance - we're talking frighteningly similar) That lovely little yellow duck with the bunny ears is my newest enemy. He quacks a song ---- AND DANCES! Avery adores him, but at 92 decibals, I find it a little offensive to the eardrums. Oh well. Easter's over, we can pack him away til next year. And maybe we'll be lucky enough to have the batteries die by the time he's taken out again!
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Oh, Megan, I know exactly what you mean about the decibals. When Shana & Liza were little, I got them (yes, it was my own fault) a Tooneyville Player Piano. It had cute little discs you inserted that played all the usual suspect kiddie songs LOUDLY AND IN DOUBLETIME!!! It mysteriously lost its batteries in no time at all.
Darcy
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