The Duncan Family: Daddy's Girl

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Daddy's Girl

Vera's Uncle Nash got Clay this Back Pack Carrier and today we finally got to use it. The weather has been beautiful here and the reports say not for much longer so we took Vera for a walk today. Usually I take her in the stroller but Daddy wanted to take her this time! My husband is wrapped so tight around my little girls finger......

6 comments:

Jason and Carrie said...: Clayton James... I love these pics! You two look so cute together! Looks like fun... can't wait!; Thursday, March 15, 2007
Jess said...: Look at her face! Too cute! Love these pictures and it looks like she just loved being outside.; Thursday, March 15, 2007
Anonymous said...: WOW WHAT A DADDY'S GIRL.. JUST LIKE SWEET PEA 1.THOSE PICTURES ARE SO CUTE.

LOVE MELODIE; Thursday, March 15, 2007
Anonymous said...: Happy 4 Months Vera! You are such a big girl!!; Thursday, March 15, 2007
Anonymous said...: NADIA, ABOUT THE COMMENT ON BRITTS BLOG---SHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE BIRTHDAYS, ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, NOW I'M GONNA BE AS OLD AS YOUR DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVE AUNT MELODIE; Thursday, March 15, 2007
Anonymous said...: Vera really looks like Clay in these pictures!
Love, Grandma Carol; Friday, March 16, 2007

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I do not march in cadence; I do not rate salute,
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About the one glory that is mine,
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