I had to share these pics from lil stink’s 1st Birthday party. Way back in ’08. A fun afternoon of cake, food and balloons. Oh and the games….has anyone ever shared how horrible great of a sportsman I am? I LOATHE losing. But it’s not all about me, right? Onto the pics.
C just has that special something.
How we told everyone mama was knocked up again.
I promised you balloons. They were magical.
Enter the Crazy Italian. (My Dad). This look is typical for this breed when they hear rules of any kind.
Look at the stance….Work it Uncle G!
Another perfected graceful catch.
Smooth.
My sweet sister in law-how cute is she?
Mamabird-displaying an A- form. (should have her right foot first-she is a right-y. We are working on this)
My mother in law-smooth strong transition.
>>Enter me<<
Every muscle in my my body is sacrificing valuable energy and strength to protect and preserve the life of this baby balloon. This is the only area of my life where my body “over” achieves. Good to know. I have a future in water balloon tossing.
I just posted this because she is one of the prettiest preggers I have seen. Whatever T.
There is something so warm and fuzzy about introducing your spawn to the most addictive legal food ingredient on the planet {that I have spent the better half of my life failing to quit}. Hindsight is 20/ 20.
This picture makes me happy. I love Grandpa Bill and his big bad camera. That thing puts every $600+ camera’s pictures to shame. I think it is a survivor of 1996?
Sadly the 2 finger streaks on the left are and huge missing chunk are my contribution to B’s cake. The cake is for the mom anyway-isn’t it? I thought so.
If you made it to the end, I promise not to bore you again with 2 year old picture albums on “flashback” Friday I just had so much to say. Obviously.
