Pretty in Pink

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My baby is four.... These pictures were taken on her birthday, August 7. Toria and Shaunti have a sisterhood bond they are not yet aware of but one that I am so thankful for.

Shaunti is the ever cheesy photo shoot. She almost can't act natural.Posted by Picasa

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  1. amyjane30August 24, 2009 at 1:23 PM

    I love love love these pictures! I always wonder how a mom feels to have beautiful daughters. They say I have such good looking boys and I feel very blessed w/ my boys but I wonder if maybe having beautiful girls makes one feel pleased and very successful? They have no idea the precious life they have do they? Amazing stuff! :)

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  2. amyjane30September 16, 2009 at 9:00 AM

    So.......when do you plan on updating on here? Just wondered!

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