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Van comes in the house and smiles at me as I am rocking noah. Then I hear nothing for ten minutes. As I head upstairs to lay noah down I see van is eating something. When I get back down and find him, the baguette on the counter is gone and he is running outside with a mouth full of bread.
love, love, love my two-year old.
love, love, love my husband for thinking to include me in these simple moments.
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