Thursday, August 9, 2012

Babies and Tiaras

It's official. I'm royalty. Today a crown was bestowed upon me thus proclaiming my eminence. You may kiss my hand:

Ok, so it's not exactly a crown; it's more like a tiara. A tiny tiara, if you will. Mama took me to visit Jack and Steve at their trendy and fun jewelry boutique, and she wouldn't let me touch ANYTHING. So Jack gave me this sparkly tiara to ease my baby-just-kept-at-arm's-length-from-shiny-things-heaven angst. 

You may still kiss my hand.

Later on I went to happy hour and ordered the oatmeal stout. What? It says oatmeal. I love oatmeal.

Ok, fine, even though I kind of look tipsy, I was only drinking water.  But you know this because... were with me! Hi, Daddy!!

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