He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Up the park with dad
Whatever you do when you read this blog, Noah, don't look at Daddy's tummy in the second photo. The pleats in my shirt give the illusion that there is a bit of a belly under there. There isn't
There's nothing but a fierce six pack.
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