Mom's officially back in the working world and I'm going to my most awesome daycare lady's house in a few minutes. Here are a few photos of yours truly which will hopefully meet you cute quotient for the week!
Meeting Mom's Mom, my Mommom. I won't meet Pappy, Mommom's main man, until I go to New Jersey in July. Then I'll meet my Poppop, Mom's Dad. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get to meet Dad's wife, Granny K.
This bear is freaking me out.
Maybe I should punch it.
Nah. I'm too sleepy.
More to come! Mom forgot her camera with the rest of this weeks pictures. She blames it on Mommy brain. I think she's just a blonde.
Updated...
Mom's friend, Kim, from high school made this blanket for me. I dig homemade gifts. Mom is obsessed with hats. She loves the orange.
Mommom and I strike a pose. Peaks 8 and 9 of the ski area are in the background.
You are SO jealous of my hat. You wish you were as cool as me.
I like to wonder about stuff. Like why I have to sit next to this silly bear once a week for a photo shoot. Hence the pensive expression on my mug.
My Dad is cozy.
Post bathtime recovery from screaming bloody murder. You know, it's cold up here in the Rockies. Even in the summer. Getting IN the bathtub is okay. Getting OUT? Not so much.
About Me: I'm my Mom's and Dad's kid. Apparently, they've been waiting on me for a while and didn't have the best of luck getting me here. I'm the miracle baby that hung around after my Mom had three miscarriages and then was put on bedrest at five months pregnant for fear she was losing me, too. But, now I'm here and they really dig me. I dig them, too. It's cool.
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