Simply Balisha: Annah Jade

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Annah Jade

We went to visit the newest member of the Cerasa family today. Annah Jade and I became friends. I could hold her all day. Drake was at the movies with his Grandma Cindy, so he didn't get in on the picture taking. We forgot to take any once he got home. He went to see Dolphin 2 and sat through the whole thing....he loved it. We took Annah a baby doll and of course we took Drake a slinky....so he wouldn't feel left out.
Balisha

An Update...

Look who's holding Annah now!
If I'm not mistaken these guys are all police officers. This picture is called DADDY DUTY. Hasn't life changed for the better....that dads are so involved in the care of their babies? They all got together yesterday for the Bear's game, and just look at them all holding their little bundles. They are going to have so much fun raising these little ones together.

5 comments:

SharonSeptember 14, 2014 at 5:01 PM
Oh, I love newborns, so precious. What a beautiful name!
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FlowerLady LorraineSeptember 15, 2014 at 3:45 AM
What a lovely photo of you and little Annah Jade.

Have a wonderful week Balisha ~ FlowerLady
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One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.September 15, 2014 at 4:13 AM
PRECIOUS....
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AnonymousSeptember 15, 2014 at 4:24 AM
What a precious photo. Annah is so tiny! I know you enjoyed holding her close!
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Deb @ Frugal Little BungalowSeptember 15, 2014 at 4:50 AM
AH what a sweet picture :)
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