While my dad, Phill, and I were putting together a swing for the new back deck, someone had to take care of Finwe. My mother got this job. She decided that pushing him around the deck in a stroller would be the best for keeping him happy.
The weather was perfect: a light breeze, birds chirping and cooing, sunlight flitered through live oaks. Finwe decided to take a nap. My mom stopped pushing him. We parked him in the shade where he happily napped for nearly an hour.
Yes, there are pictures, but no, I've not uploaded them. Sorry. I'll get there.
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Some where out there is my jealous mother wishing she could be your mom.
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