After chowing down on delicious fajitas and brownie sundaes, Ginny, Syd and Julia took turns holding the boy. Tommy's small episode of flatulence while being held cracked the girls up. Julia woke up the next day asking, "Where Baby Tommy go?" Sydney reminded her mom that Tommy beefed on her hand. Does anyone really ever outgrow fart humor? You know the answer to that...
That Sunday wore Tommy out, and he slept like a baby (ha!). I like it when he sidles up to me and keeps me warm.
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