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One Jacket, Two Generations

Getting pushed in a stroller must be an experience you only appreciate when you're thinking back on it as an adult. I mean, trudging around the park for exercise is one thing, but add a stroller and a 15-16 pound baby to it and it's really a work-out. Does Chloe realize this? Probably not!

Last Sunday was her first time in the stroller facing forward. She held onto the cup holder almost the entire time:


But, by the end of the walk (Chloe's ride) this is what she looked like:



This jacket that Chloe has on at the park and in these next to photos belonged to me when I was little. It has a little hood and when we put the hood on Chloe, she looks so cute it's hard not to laugh :)

in this first one, she's very serious....
but then she lightened up a little:

Comments

Natalie said…
Those chubby little cheeks poking out from that hood are precious :) Love it!
Anonymous said…
Ain't she sweet!!
I'll have to find a photo of you and your cheeks and smile in this sweater..I think it would be cute together
Momily

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