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3 Month Pictures




Here are a couple of more pictures from her 3 month sitting. The first picture was our last picture taken. By that time she had had it!! The last picture is rather funny, but typical Claire with her big eyes. She is taking it all in. I think she is amazed at the things we will do to get her to smile. Nothing is too silly for our baby girl!!
Her hair looks reddish, but trust me---IT ISN'T!!! While in Maine last weekend, a stranger asked where she got her red hair. I said, almost rudely (although it was't my intention) that it isn't red, but blondish. I never thought I would be so insulted. Oh well. The dumb things parents do....I am sure it won't be my last!

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Lisa said…
The pics turned out cute. I have said for some time that Claire's hair does look strawberry blonde in pictures. My kids did too. I remember being irritated about that too when people asked about the red hair. Now I get asked where they get the blonde hair from since mine is darker. You just can't win!
Lisa said…
dear boyntons,

The pictures were cute. I would like to see you more often.I`e been bringing a lot of thing`s from our big trip to my school .


love, olivia
Anonymous said…
I love the pictures---Claire is adorable! I showed everyone at work and they all agreed. I really can't wait to see her again!! Miss ya guys!

Love ya,
Jessica
Lauren said…
Claire is a cutie patootie!! I love that in her picture she is looking like she is really awed by something..hahaha!! I miss ya and can't wait to see you at Christmas!!
Anonymous said…
Guys (see I haven't forgotten my northern roots), you have a beautiful baby and I'm proud (as if I did anything). Y'all (that's my new roots) did great and I will watch for more. Chris will need the back-pats to compensate for his butt-whipping in fantasy football. And how did he not get Tom Brady? Oh well--neither did I.

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