Logan was first up and found his basket.
Lincoln with all his treats.
The both got bouncy balloons in their basket and played with them for quite some time.
We did almost find ourselves on the way to the ER. Logan decided to run down the hallway and his face met with our bedroom door frame. This picture doesn't do it justice but I would venture to say that besides the stitches in his finer when he was two, this is the worst injury he's had. It's still black and blue and healing, over a week later.
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