Call it a late new year’s resolution if you like, but we’re trying to get back in the saddle of posting more regularly. No one is more happy about this than Eleanor, who is begging for a bigger share of the oscarstew. Half of her life has barely been documented! Bear with us as we squeeze this ketchup bottle for all it’s worth, we promise not to make a mess! This evening’s retro-post is dedicated to small people with very few teeth!
Top of the mornin’ to ya! Yeah, I keep forgetting that memo about sleeping in on the weekends. Sorry about that. Now play with me!
Ok, playtime’s over. Not ’cause you said so; it’s ’cause I’m hungry. Now fill me with chow! We’re on a tight schedule here!
Back home from church, ready for more excitement. Take it easy Rowan, we gotta keep this day holy! Wee!
Time again to feast. Are you feeling the rhythm yet? Some people don’t like pizza crust. For a teething baby like myself, it don’t get much better than this! Whole wheat all the way!
Hey, how do you like my Cindy-Lou-Who impression? Is the crust flute over the top?
I slept good last night! Only woke up screaming 5 times about my ever-growing teeth! All that bellowing works up quite an appetite. Today I’m working on big bites!
Rowan knows how to take really really big bites…
How ’bout these two hot blondes for the next generation of Gerber babies? Oh yeah!
Do you like seafood?
Welcome to dance class! Are you ready to get started? Alright, let’s work off those tootsie rolls!
To the front, to the front…
…To the back, to the back, now slide baby slide!
Oi! I think I just felt something else slide! I…better…take a break…for a second…
New day, new deal! Mama says it’s time for me to broaden my horizons, which sounds exciting! What kind of milk is this?
I took a sip…and I liked it!
‘Cept that it’s giving me brain freeze! I think I like the warm stuff from Mommy better!
Hey Mama, these blackberries taste just fine! So how come it says spoiled rotten on my bib? Am I missing something? I gotta make a call! On my blackberry!
What’s that? Yeah I know lunch ended an hour ago. But while I was napping I got a call from Rowan, and she said that Drew said that Brinley thought that Mommy told Daddy about Cheddar when he was…
What kind of calls does Rowan make? Well, they look a lot like this:
Most of the time we just text though, we wouldn’t want our parents to actually think we know how to “use” a phone!
Take a bath, you dirty (& darling) hippie!
Didn’t you get my text Rowan? This was supposed to be a skinny-dip! Now who’s the hippie?
It doesn’t take a lot of effort to love a face like this, does it? Even if the voice inside the face is hitting octaves you thought only dogs could hear? Is all the screeching because I dared to feed you food from a jar?
But it might take some extra oomph to love a uni-brow like this! Awwww…