One of Alli's favorite things is playing on the floor with a pillow.
She slams her face into it and emits a muffled yell. Here she had
just gotten tired, rolled over, grabbed her blanket and sighed.
I couldn't figure out why all of the pears were disappearing off our
back porch. Then, a few days later, I discovered the culprit.
She may be rethinking her dad's college football team preference.
Jerry: GO PENN STATE! ... Alli: Pfft.
This is what I originally went to the craft store for.
I bought a wreath form and some flowers and woot! Fall.
Until a friend recently gave me her old baby gate, I was using
Alli's high chair to keep her away from the dog food.
And when will Jerry learn? When he takes funny pictures of himself
with my camera, I WILL PUT THEM ON THE INTERNET.
Internet, meet Jerry's nostrils.