Summer and Roses

I'm hard at work enjoying the summer. Here are a few pics of the kids that I took last week. Can't believe m'boy was up for it, but he was.












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  1. Hello Amy. I like the last one best.

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  2. How great to see a post from you. I like them all, great poses, and they are both very handsome kids. I think I like the last one the best as well.

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    1. Thank you! Yes, it's been awhile. : )

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  3. I love all your pictures, Amy. Your little ones are growing up fast. Have a lovely summer xx

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  5. Molly and Joanne- I hope you're both having a lovely summer as well!

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  6. So nice to see you back on blogger. You were missed.

    You had great subjects for your pictures. They are beautiful children, Amy, but you know that already.

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  8. You wheedled some awesome poses from your kids! Very sweet.

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  9. What happened to 'Lay me down in sheets of linen'?

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