Best Friends
August 28th, 2009
Long before Asher was able to recognize us, or even his own hands he smiled and laughed at the mobile over his changing table. We have dubbed it “best friend” because no matter how loud he is screaming, or how fussy he can be as long as he is not hungry he freaks the f out when he sees this cheap piece of plastic hanging over his head.
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