I guess I need to tell Edie that Chris doesn't share his ice cream. That's not a joke. When I was pregnant and in need of constant sugar intake I would try to wrestle Chris' ice cream away from him each night only to be refused. "Get your own." Or, "The dr. said you shouldn't eat sugar." Chris, on the other hand, needs to eat one of these pints every two days. No bowl needed, just a spoon.
With that gut and that white under shirt, all this picture needs is an open can of Coors.
We now have one less teething ring because I left one within reach of a pap. I got up Monday morning and Milo was walking around the house with it in his mouth.
i love this bottom picture. it is as if her gut is just too much to carry, so she must balance herself on her leg
ReplyDeleteShe somehow inherited her belly from me!
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