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Before the breakdowns and before the apple farms I took some pictures of her cause she looked so freaking cute...



Is there such thing as baby PMS?
p.s. country music + yoga...NOT down
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Next trip to Oak Glen, try Los Rios Rancho, just a couple miles up the road from the village (where your pictures look to be taken). They're open every day, and their u-pick is open Wed.-Sun., and on weekedays you find nothing like the crowds you see on weekends.
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