It Don’t Mean a Thing

If it ain’t got that swing.

Excuse the crumbs.  We stopped at Starbucks on the way to the park on Sunday.

I had 2 people ask me last week if my little pumpkin was a girl.  I guess that’s my cue to cut his hair? Maybe. I kinda love it all flippy- floppy and in his face.

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