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Poor Monkey Boy, he's gonna have his hands full protecting these two, not that they can't hold their own with the boys. I would be afraid. Very.

Here's Baby Girl. I am in no way calling her a baby because she will gladly and sternly tell me she is NOT a baby but she'll also tell you that she likes when I call her that.













She asked for a glass of water. I got it for her. She looked at it and said it wasn't hers. I said I got it for her. Apparently I was wrong. I don't know who the hell I got it for but she certainly was not happy with me. This morphed into a lovely, ear ringing crying episode. She switched to the all curing chocolate milk and I was relegated to other menial tasks like finding the matching Mow Kitty * slipper.




She doesn't mind me taking photos of her so long as I don't make her smile. I'll take what I can.



















See what I mean?


















They do just about everything together and I love it. Aren't they cute? Just wait until Chunky Monkey can join them. Please note Peanut has not one, not two but THREE eating utensils. I don't ask, she doesn't tell.

*that's Mow as in Ow that hurt Mow Kitty. Cause kitties don't say Hello! They say Mow. That's the way we roll here at Casa de le Crazy

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Steph said…
Heart breakers in the making! Good thing they have Kota, The Captain, Donovan and Dad to fight off the boys for them!

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