Saturday, January 11, 2014
Not seeing eye to eye
That is the look Jacob gives me when I'm about to totally cave into his demands, and he's just waiting for me to realize it.
That look says, "Come on, Mom. You know you're going to let me play with these trucks for a few more minutes. Let's stop with this whole time-to-clean-up-your-toys thing."
If you listen closely, you can hear the gentle
of his lashes as he bats those big brown eyes at me.
We are locked in an epic battle of wills around here. And he has cuteness on his side.
January 14, 2014 at 9:07 PM
Yes, he is definitely a heart throb!
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