This was taken with no flash in the middle of the night. Apparently, the natural glow from his skin creates enough light that I don’t need a flash.
Always a trooper.
It’s a Mickey Mouse rocker for one…but it can fit two.

I thought he would grow out of it, but he continues to act more and more like his mom. Luckily, I know his kryponite….
Cake.
“Dad? Dad? More like Dud!”
You are now CHICCO!!!!!!
Cole and I have been practicing for Halloween — but without the duct tape and paint. I am going as the Headless Horseman with Cole on my shoulders, duct taped into a ball, and painted orange like a pumpkin.
He spotted cake. She spotted ice cream. What to do? What to do? What to do?
No one ever asks me “is that your son?” — even with all the group functions we have gone to since he was born. Reddish hair and porcelain doll like skin…
Odd how our milk delivery suddenly stopped.
That closet still does not smell right.
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