No, Dane didn't get kissed by Tinkerbell.
He somehow got a hold of this powdered eyeshadow that I haven't used in forever. Because I never use it, I figured it was okay for him to play with it. It had a nice, secure twisting lid that I was sure Dane couldn't get off. I was wrong.
This was the first major clothes-changing/bath-inducing incident of the day. I didn't take pictures of the next one because it involved a much less pretty substance.
I have every intention of blogging about Joel's ten-year high school reunion, but I am waiting to get some pictures from their official photographers. Our camera takes really bad pictures in low light:
So stay tuned to reminisce about 1998!
To tide you over, here is a picture of our climbing boy.
No comments:
Post a Comment