Sleeping boy




I like to watch babies as they sleep; they are so peaceful without a care in the world. Justice doesn't know that Barak Obama is the President-elect and that California passed a ban on gay marriage. He wants to be fed and cuddled and have his diaper changed. But we all did at one point :) I am enjoying these days because I know they will go quickly; before I know it he'll be in school and then he'll bring home his first girlfriend. I love my little buddy!

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