Daniel enjoying a s'more. (and being cold)
Lincoln, and the newest hole in his mouth. He lost the tooth last night and decided once again, not to sell it to the Tooth Fairy.
(the way he talks now is just too cute to be believed)
Jack, as charming as ever. He got hit with a nasty cold this weekend,
but I think he's on the mend.
His latest funny: His standard banana knock-knock joke, but if you don't laugh hard enough at the end, he'll look at you very seriously and say, "Joke."
I think they're all right. Stella's incredibly fat, and that's just perfect.
Daniel did a sweet thing last Saturday. It was his turn-out with Joe and he decided that he wanted to use it to plan a party for the family. They bought balloons and candy and flowers for Stella and I (my tulips are yellow, Stella's are pink). When they got home, we all decorated together, ate our treats, had a dance party, and took turns playing bubble breaker on Joe's cell phone. Daniel declared it Saturday Holiday. It was a great day, indeed.
4 comments:
a fire pit sounds like a little slice of backyard heaven. and you're right, stella is absolutely perfect. how can you make any other case against that booty of hers!?
I'm super jealous of the fire pit, and think you've got such a great family with lots of sweet traditions.
Fire pit already!!? It looked like Stella was happy to be there. What a fun saturday too!
What a nice Saturday holiday. I like the "she's so fat and that's just perfect" statement. Fat babies are wonderful, and I think the word (which has such negative connotations elsewhere) applies beautifully to babies.
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