Uncle Robert came to visit for a day before James and he run off into the Costa Rican sunset together. Mama and baby are headed to Kalamazoo on Tuesday, a place that James, in an effort to alleviate his guilty conscience for taking a tropical vacation while leaving me as sole diaper-changer, lullaby-singer, milk-feeder, nap-putter-downer, playmate, and chauffeur, called "the Costa Rica of the Midwest." If you followed that sentence, congratulations.
To the point: I can't imagine a more handsome trio of gentlemen.
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