I finally got to meet aunt Mandi! She’s pretty great (even though she’s the one who nicknamed me Catfish.) Oh well. She’s comfy to sleep on!
Lunch at the beach with mom, dad and mimi. I could get used to this.
Dad made this so mom could see me while she was in the hospital. I decided it should be a documentary about me sneezing, because I am already hilarious.
When he’s not busy being funny looking or obsessing over this thing called a “Mac”, dad is pretty awesome.
Sleeping on the couch with dad while he watches baseball.
So many swirls! This bedspread is making me sleepy…
How old do I have to be to pick out my own clothes??? My mom has stated that hats with ears are her favorite. Sigh.
My parents are kinda dorky, but they smell good. Well, at least they try to.
So, they basically dunked me in water tonight. That’s just, like, wrong. These people are not okay in the head, I think. No one does this, right?
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A man’s job is to lay the keel; the woman’s job is to build the ship.
Slightly antiquated if not somehow apt appraisal of the roles of pregnancy, courtesy Shannon’s granddad. He had lots of sage advice like this, but none quite so timely.
