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No Crib For Henry

A few persistent raindrops made their way through the window screen. It was one of those afternoons made for being lazy; quiet except for the sound of the falling rain. The weather became everyone’s excuse to forget whatever else needed to be done. They took turns lounging in the nursery with seven pounds of sweetness nestled in their arms. My guess is after napping comfortably on Mom, Dad, and Grandma, baby Henry may never want to be in his crib (despite the fact that it is right in the middle of the most amazing nursery). And I’m betting that because he is so perfectly cuddly sweet, he’ll probably never get the chance to try it. 😉
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