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My sweet boy has the shiniest, softest hair. He's still at the point where occasionally he holds still long enough for me to rub his hair. I was patting his head during church and though about how that's a moment not typically captured in photos that I want to remember forever.
Plus, check out that nail polish. I was feeling a bit daring. I do an awful job painting my own nails, plus my beautiful long pregnancy nails finally bit the dust. Being a color girl, the new style appeals to me. But in the future I guess I'll just have to keep the crazy color between me and my toes...unless I were to win a mani-pedi.
