The Duncan Family: monster bubba

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

monster bubba

Vera always pretends that Bubba is a monster and she hides in the castle... This time Monster Bubba got inside the castle, RRRRROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: What a cutie - no more timeouts for
Charlie - O.K.? Luv ya
G-Ma Dreyer; Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Koontz Family said...: Emma loves to scare people with her roars....her and Charlie would have a blast!; Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Anonymous said...: Nad,
Just a reminder of how much I appreciate your blog and continuous postings. I don't know when you find the time! I love the updates and beautiful photos of you (my Sweet Pea), Claydog and my beautiful grandchildren. You are a T-totally awesome mommy! I also enjoy reading all the postings from your friends and cousins, etc. that I have known for so many years.
Love,
Dad D; Thursday, March 11, 2010

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