I must have thumb. This week I went to the dentist. He told me I need to try to stop drinking my thumb. I simply cannot.
Even in my fetal senior photo (aka ultrasound) I was drinking my thumb.
From the archives:
As you can see, I enjoy digging (nose or belly button) while I drink of the thumb.
My mom tried to reason with me. She’s a fool.
Mom: Remember, the dentist said you have to try to not drink your thumb.
Me: Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh. But it tastes so good.
Mom: What does it taste like?
Me: It tastes like finger. It is so tasty.
What do you think, babies? Can I reform? Does the thirst for finger ever subside?
I found Madi in a garden. Watch me go from zero to hug in .06 seconds.
Then I let her watch me eat cake.
Let’s rehash, shall we? My mom’s camera broke in August. I did a few iPhone posts but my heart wasn’t in it. The iPhone is, after all, just an Instagram device that also makes phone calls. At Christmas a miracle happened and my mom got a new camera, so I am back in business here. When I say “business” I mean this blog that makes me no money at all.
If you’ve been missing reading angry toddler rants on the internet, you now have a reason to get out of bed. Let’s speed through my sabbatical, photographically, so we can move on the present.
beach – science museum – picnic – play – brunch
downtown disney – cousin penelope – brunch – pumpkinfest
glig visit – rock star – mobile, al – flash dance – maka (grandma) – cousin ama – nahli at 4
Wow, I just realized that fall was awesome!
