Mackenzie, 8 hours old
...and 2 months old
...and five months old.
To put things in perspective, I had one of those long, terrible, inescapable dreams last night that it was Mackenzie who was missing and not her blanket. But I can't help it, I'm still sad! It's just the ONE really personal thing that I loved having for her. She's my last baby, damnit! That was her blanket! I have to go now. I'm going to go to the Tacoma mall and kick everyone I see!!
UPDATE: Everybody be cool! Resume regular activity! Shawn found it. I think he was a little desperate because his wife suddenly turned into a freaking lunatic over a blanket. He checked every register at Macy's while he was out Christmas shopping today. Yay! And wow. I love that blanket a little too much, I think.
Um... Merry Christmas!! hehe
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