the bob shirt.

thanks to my sissy kris, and her handsome guy, gerde;
little b is obsessed with this shirt.
not to mention he's the hippest two year old around.

"bob shirt. bob shirt." is his request...
every. single. morning.

thank you for loving our baby so much.

big kisses to our two loves in germany!

        

         

(b was pretty jazzed about opening his little package)

one special morning.

the morning that bennett
helped me do the dishes...
that then turned into a bath...
that turned into seeing who
had the best "evil laugh".

mwahh ahh ahh
(i think he won)

pilkture.

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roof top love.

hey you.

yeah you.
i need help.

i made pizza the other night.


(he liked it).


it was good, but not great.

i need a good sauce recipe or tip...
that's right, sauce....like saucy sauce.
none of this thin watery stuff.

so dig down deep, find your inner foodie
and let me in on something wonderful,
if you please.

anybody?
noey?

opposite day.

me: hey dave, steve (our neighbor) brought
you some walnuts for your birthday; isn't that
so nice? (i should probably also mention that
dave goes over there on a regular basis to eat out of
a huge bowl of walnuts they have)

dave: what a jerk...

me: what?

dave: it's opposite day.

me: .......

pilkture.

looky look what i took.