




About here she realizes that either a face wash or bath is iminent . . .
. . . bath it is.
Sam tends to be wide-eyed about half the time. Good thing he got mom's beautiful eyes!
For those of you who have seen Audrey over the last 7 months you are familiar with the brown dress above. I'm happy to announce that it has been retired and this is the last time you will see her in it. Whoo-hoo!
There is no emotion more irrational than a parent's pride in their children's accomplishments. Of course Lisa and I think we have a little Picasso on our hands based on Audrey's drawing above. Little do we know 2-year olds should probably be drawing teeth and ears along with their faces, but at this point we'll just continue to wallow in our ingorance and be proud none-the-less.