Sunday, September 19, 2010

from the window

When we lived on Dean Street, one of the sweetest things was how Jackson would sit at the window, on the third floor, waiting for Dada to come home from work. Then he would stand up and wave and yell, "Dada!"

Well, it happens here too. And now every time Cade climbs up on the couch and looks at the window, no matter what time of day, he says, "Dada!"

Tiny pics from Jon's iphone.

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