Please disregard the screams. Actually you may want to turn the volume way down. They are either myself or Aunt Katie (probs Aunt Katie since she was holding the camera)... screams of happiness get the girls more excited.
I wish you could've seen them from the front. They were running so fast down the hall, their chops were flowing in the wind. So funny. Like, motorcycle-ride style.
Talk about some babies who love their daddy.
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