Meet Chisel Chowder. He was rescued from the throes of a nasty little game of whack-a-chipmunk by our cat. We spent all of Sunday feeding him and petting him and washing hands. Repeat. He was given back to the family he left the day before, right after he disrobed that pretty little pink doll dress he was wearing. (Darnit for not getting a shot of that!)
Look at the others' here. The bond that is being formed between each photog is special... and I really love those other kids already. I can't wait to meet these families one day.
2 comments:
no video of this??? tragic :)
love y'all too!
chisel chowder? so rad. when my husband was 5, he tried to name his baby brother ma' whirley. :)
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