and I know nothing about photography,
much to my everlasting chagrin.
The kids whooped it up last night.
I don’t even think they saw the post I did of their Papa. This craziness must just be a part of their chromosomal make-up.
What is it with stuffing clothing with blankets and pillows?
Do all children do this?
That’s a whompin’ big load, honey child. Four years ago if you looked like that I would’ve been racing to get you into the nearest bathtub.
In a helpless fit of laughter…
And that’s all for now, folks!