Sunday, September 18, 2005

home at last

Fast asleep in his own crib, Trevor has temporary control over his hand reflexes. There's no place like home (minus the ruby red slippers).

1 comment:

Dave H. said...

The days are long. The sun beats down and we wonder, when will the rain come? Will i ever feel a breeze again, will the cracks in this parched land ever again fill with life and spring forth with new trees to shade us? Maybe not. I think maybe not! But wait -- Todd and Jen had a baby. He looks like Yoda. I think i can hear thunder...