the kiddies.
Oct. 6th, 2005 09:16 pmHere! Look! Pictures so you don't notice I have nothing much of interest to say today!
But man, my cousin has cute kids.
Devon, age six, and Elizabeth, 13 months. I feel a little bad now that I don't take any pictures of their older sister, but she was off playing with Whitley or something. Oh, and Devon's hair is sticking up from the balloon, although you can't tell as much here because it had already fallen mostly down. You were going to get pictures of the meatball cooking event, with comparative pictures to the time when M attempted it. But then I got bored with the whole thing, mainly because the pictures we have of the meatballs clearly show that they are pretty normal looking food items. They looked, if you will excuse the redundancy, like meatballs. M's meatball goo did not so much look like meatballs but for how long can I make fun of a man over the same cooking disaster? Besides forever, and all? And you might have gotten a picture of Elizabeth and me as I was throwing her around (oh, goodness, does my back wish I would stop doing that) but I look rather deathly bad so no.
(p.s. Ignore the ugly of the gallery. I got it installed but ran out of steam before I made it pretty. That's a post for another time, preferably when I'm done with it all.)
But man, my cousin has cute kids.
Devon, age six, and Elizabeth, 13 months. I feel a little bad now that I don't take any pictures of their older sister, but she was off playing with Whitley or something. Oh, and Devon's hair is sticking up from the balloon, although you can't tell as much here because it had already fallen mostly down. You were going to get pictures of the meatball cooking event, with comparative pictures to the time when M attempted it. But then I got bored with the whole thing, mainly because the pictures we have of the meatballs clearly show that they are pretty normal looking food items. They looked, if you will excuse the redundancy, like meatballs. M's meatball goo did not so much look like meatballs but for how long can I make fun of a man over the same cooking disaster? Besides forever, and all? And you might have gotten a picture of Elizabeth and me as I was throwing her around (oh, goodness, does my back wish I would stop doing that) but I look rather deathly bad so no.
(p.s. Ignore the ugly of the gallery. I got it installed but ran out of steam before I made it pretty. That's a post for another time, preferably when I'm done with it all.)