The Duncan Family: night night time

Thursday, February 07, 2008

night night time

After bathtime we enjoyed reading a book with her...

11 comments:

Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: cute! i see a lot of your neice in Vera. especially in the last picture; Thursday, February 07, 2008
Jason and Carrie said...: Too cute! I love her little voice! Her hair is getting long!; Thursday, February 07, 2008
Anonymous said...: Loved Vera's interpretation of
what the book was about.......
Gosh I have an intelligent great-
granddaughter. Don't you just
love that little voice.

G-Ma Dreyer; Thursday, February 07, 2008
Monica~ James~ Connor said...: So cute! I love her jammies. Her hair is getting long!; Thursday, February 07, 2008
Anonymous said...: SO ADORABLE, I JUST WANT TO PICK HER UP AND HUG AND KISS HER TO PIECES.

LOVE AUNT MELODIE; Friday, February 08, 2008
The Miller Family said...: She is so smart and cute, I love her little voice!; Friday, February 08, 2008
Anonymous said...: I love her seriousness and talking interrupted with a huge smile for daddy.
Love,
Pappa Norm; Friday, February 08, 2008
Anonymous said...: Wow! Her hair is getting so long. Boy she loves to smile for the camera or is that for Daddy??? What a precious little sweet pea. Love You All!!!! Aunt Mindy; Friday, February 08, 2008
Berger Family said...: Loved the cute little baby girl voice; Friday, February 08, 2008
Wally & Leah Hansen said...: I Love it! It's adorable how she is "reading the book".; Sunday, February 10, 2008
Jess said...: oh my gosh what happened to little miss "baby" vera? She is such a big girl i can't get over it!! And holy cow her hair is long!!; Sunday, February 10, 2008

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Marine Wife