Two quick notes before I launch into my heavily worded “Wordless Wednesday” 1) My apologies to my many friends for my lack of comments lately. Hopefully I’ll get into the reasons for my reclusive nature for the last week or so in a future post, but not tonight. 2) I’m woefully overdue for updating my blog roll. Please send me your link if you’d like to be added, I’d love to include you. And now onto the pictures…
The Second Coming – Adam’s First Microphone. This is how it began for me. “…for unto you is born this day a saviour, which is M.C. Shadöe Jr. And this shall be a gang sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe rapping in swaddling clothes or footy pajamas, lying to his manager…”
I’ve never seen a child so upset that Santa brought the wrong Squeegee. He’s 14 months old. How can he tell?
When Adam was 6 months old he went off baby food and switched over completely to mop handles. What we save on groceries has been completely outweighed by the waxy build up on the kitchen linoleum.
It’s almost impossible to find pants in Adam’s size – 34×10.