“Yeah, you just _try_ to touch my froggy cup, punk.”
“You’ll never work in this town again!”
When we babysat Penelope we busted out the two-seater stroller. It was quite a spectacle: Penelope yelling, “Unkie Dave go fast ‘gain?!” and Grip chewing on the seat behind her.
Unkie George, Auntie Alicia, Cousin Penelope, and Cousin Sam (inside Alicia’s belly) came over to babysit and practice taking care of two kids at once, which they’ll be doing full-time when Sam arrives in February. Eek!
Grip prefers local, high-quality coffe. Uncle Joel brought him some from Stumptown in Portland.
Mom loves this picture. Couldn’t you just eat him up? His new favorite position is on his back, holding his right foot — always the right.
“Uh, hello, Mom, I’m trying to _read_ here!”
This is what you see right before Grip tries to suck your face off.
To fight off the winter doldrums, we put Grip in the full hawaiian outfit his Uncle Aaron bought for him. The shorts kill me.
The snow brought _everybody_ out of their homes to play on the streets. There were people skiing, snowboarding, sledding, trashcan lidding, snowball fighting… it was excellent. This picture really tells a story, no?