As usual, we were seated in the non-reclining chairs, the ones flanking the turdlet.
Daddy actually ordered a beer he couldn't pay for. They are like ten bucks now. Good thing the shoebox under your seat is still free.
Anyways, great trip, Sullivan's is totally boss and the house was perfect. Huge kee-yahs to the Beavers for organizing.
Mulling a milk cocktail.
She's discovered the hand sandwich.
I'm oddly addicted to the Olympics. Good thing I still got it.
She loves her baths now. Prior to this one, had achieved double milk neck / triple stink belly.
Foam Hands!
Charleston. En route to the Peers cocktail party. Mr. Beaver went banana yellow on the sportswear. View was insane.
Jane representing.
Bet you didn't know the tripod mount on your camera fits a lamp harp. I didn't.
Dad's eye color. Jane is showing blue steel at the moment.
Final day on the beach, with awards. Genius.
Hard to beat family hilarity.
xoxoxoxox
1 comment:
She's a teeny tiny bundle of contemplative sweetness! Absolutely beautiful, as is expected with such good looking parents :)
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