Man with baby….again. I rest my case.
Maybe it’s how they bring out the softer side, or maybe it’s just how they fit into strong, masculine arms, but there is something about a man holding a baby that just drives women wild. Take this subject, for example: See the way he is looking at her? Does it make you melt with happiness into
Stuart. Wonderful father. Passionate husband. R.C. Sproul listener. London fog maker. Lawn mower. Scotch drinker. Pipe smoker. Theology reader. Student. Bean hater. Morning person. Ridiculously attractive guitar player. Georgia Knox. Beautiful firstborn. Milk drinker. Cloth diaper wearer. Milk drinker. Bible listener. Milk drinker. Sounds like a baby lamb (see previous post). The Mrs. New
Okay, so the Elliott’s don’t really have a homestead. But we aspire to one. Someday, our homestead will be full of chickens, cows, perhaps a goat, and of course lots of preserved food. Heck, throw a sheep in there to sheer so we can make our own yarn too. What we have in the meantime,