
We’ve devolved into Madonna references. Sigh.

We’ve devolved into Madonna references. Sigh.
This was a few days ago:

Emily now more closely resembles a burn victim:

Emily is claiming credit for Jon Lester’s no-hitter tonight because she broke out the magic pacifier that had been hiding in her drawer:

And no, it was not hiding in her drawers.
Emily went to the pool on Saturday:

She also played with me on Sunday, but I didn’t want to share Purple Dog:

Here are some feet, with a baby attached:

This was just one of those odd looks Daddy caught with the camera:

And the rare Tummy Time that didn’t result in immediate screaming:

For Mother’s Day, Emily started in dinosaurs ...

... then put on a dress, with a sweater that her great grandmother made for Momma.

There are some trees back there.

Maybe it’s just me, but it looks like Emily has a halo in this picture and a monkey crown:

And yes, I see the face of Jesus in my dog food.
Anyway ... :

Fewer words, more pictures:



Look at that gut:

I do not understand the point of socks that look like shoes:


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