Just to catch everyone up, Daddy had a birthday not long ago and has entered a new decade of life. (I can't believe I'm married to someone so old!) He has been working way too much but is doing a fine job relaxing with his extensive collection of hardware, tweaking and customizing to create the "sweetest, most righteous firearm" he has ever owned. I don't know. Don't ask me.
Mama has gone to physical therapy for what seems like forever! It is hopefully ending soon. My knees aren't 100% by any stretch, but I think they're as good as pt is going to make them. I'm back to work and driving Miss Monkey Feet. Speaking of which, check her out.
I'm trying to raise her right. She's got on her hippie peasant blouse, some old navy jeans and of course, flip flops. Just like mama, she loves them- and her doggie.
Mr. Toad. Daddy picked him up out of our driveway after running one night. We kept him until morning to show MMF and when we set him free this is what he did...for most of the day. I thought we were going to have to put down a toad abode. MMF thought he was staying with us because he was tired of his own family and he thought she was really pretty.
MMF and one of her neighbor friends getting some Picasso on.
MMF running from her bubbles.
Yes, I'm completely biased but come on. Have you really ever seen a prettier little face?
First trip to the zoo with Daddy this spring. They commemorated it with an elephant face painting. The baby elephant at our zoo is MMF's age.