Look, unless something spectacularly hilarious happens to me in the next five minutes, I'm posting photos AGAIN and calling it a week. It's either this, or I could talk about who's puking in our house this time. Oh, the thrill. Feel it. YOU FEEL THE THRILL!
So...I don't know. I guess the couch could collapse while I'm typing, or I could trip and fall on my way to the bathroom, and maybe my back-up laptop would go flying out of my hands and land in the toilet in a Poetic Trifecta of Technological Irony. I guess that could happen.
I'll keep you posted.
EZRA vs. FORWARD MOTION
EZRA vs. POLENTA
(Also known as first time in the high chair [BITES KNUCKLE EEP], which I retrieved from the attic and promptly dropped down two flights of stairs. You know the tray part like, comes off? And stuff? And isn't like, a handle? I'd completely forgotten about that amazing feature. Good to know. Anyway, Jason was sure I'd killed myself for a couple minutes there. Sadly, no, not even injured a little, which would have at least given me something to talk about today.)
MOTHER-SON SELF-PORTRAIT vs. THREE-YEAR-OLD
(I seriously had to crop four inches of arm out of that photo.)
Well, I've posted enough photos, I think, and absolutely nothing interesting happened. Although Ceiba saw a squirrel. I'll let her tell you about it.
And. Done. Have a good weekend, everybody.