Better late than never! And a few extra bonus shots since you've all been waiting so patiently!
 This is my new shirt from Great Aunt Sheila. Dad calls me a Rastafarian when I wear it. Mom calls me a Pastafarian, 'cause she belongs to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Don't ask. Thanks Aunt Sheila!
 A perfect blend of girlish and boyish.
 Hey Buddy, I'm totally onto you. This is my shoelace. Don't even think about it.  Well, we'll see you in a couple days! If you haven't heard from us in a bit, don't worry. We've all had a nasty flu. Mom and Dad say I was the least of a baby about the whole thing. They spent most of their time vying for the use of the bathroom, but I'm lucky with my diaper and I have no compunction about where I regurgitate my lunch. But, we're all recovering, slowly but surely. Peace out! |
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Hey there little niece! Actually, not that little anymore. Hope to see you soon.
Uncle Tim