A.K.A. the recent thoughts of the Future Everything, as interpreted by Papa Stinky:
We have a few pics we've been wanting to share from the past few months.
Aunt Sabahat visited all the way from D.C. She introduced me to Dinos, one of my best loves.
Aunt Say-Say and Nate came too!
Labor day feast with Uncle Rich, Aunt Diane, and Mums:
Mums couldn't keep her eyes off my cuteness <3
I met an fed my first "Jaff" at Tampa zoo. I also saw an "effant" poop.
Monkeys!
Mama and Papa were babies once too...
Dinner at Wyatt's (that's watermelon juice on my dress).
Storytime with Mamma.
We made it back to the splashpad one last time before "winter".
Sam shared his kix with me.
I learned to drag my stool around to reach high places.
And to hide. Sort of...
Then we flew to Paris! I mean Illinois :)
We visited Glamma and Glampa. They have strollers too.
Bug and I played piano.
I shared Glamma's coasters with her.
And posed as a pumpkin.
We made it for Glampa's 95th birthday.
Watch out Tony!
Miss you all!
Some of our family's friends came over to trick-and-treat. We posed next door where they decorated.
Larkin was't scared of anything, spiders, rats, severed legs....
Hitting up Jeff for some loot. It's clear this guy has the goods!
Kisses!
On the move. Thank goodness for the wagon! We made a three-block trip out and back.
Ride ride ride! Larkin LOVES wagons.
Ladybugs and cavemen chat.
Halloween version of Santa's lap.
Cuteness is incidental to these costumes.
We made it! Lollipops help alot.
No, Papa, not banana... Nanana!
On our way to the red carpet.
This is what it looks like when a 17-month old has a whole crayon in her mouth.
First of all, here's the most important rule: If you're really adorable after bathing you get to go outside and get dirty all over again.
But you've got to be SO adorable that your Papa, a.k.a. Stinky, finds himself unable to distinguish between The Cute, The Smooshy, and The Irresistible and ends up posting all the pictures of your post-bathtime front yard adventure:
Curry rice goatee. Tomorrow you can see my art. Goatees come before art, of course.
