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Last night I got home to find our tent all set up in the backyard - Chris and Pax had 'camped' that afternoon. This isn't something that surprised me at all. It's common to walk in the door and find the two of them surrounded by a cardboard box fort they spent the afternoon building, or in their swim trunks running through the sprinkler in the backyard, or playing bugs chasing each other around the house buzzing. That's just the kind of fun -loving full of life Dad that Paxton has. Chris (or Daddio as we call him at home) is the best snack-maker, ball tosser, bubble blower, and story reading snuggler any family could ever ask for and he's all ours. Lucky lucky luck us.
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