Isabelle is six.
Owen is a dinosaur.
Six, can you believe it? I seriously can't. Isabelle you are sweet, sassy and extra smart (maybe too smart). And we love you so.
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More photos/posts and all that jazz to come - I feel like a sheep they forgot to shear...hot... sweaty and stinky for the most part. But i do promise to get back to this neglected space...soon indeed.
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