I feel ridiculously lucky to be a bystander in my daughter’s world.
You can’t tell but, this thing is, like, three feet high.
It scares the shit out of me, and it’s one of my favorite things she’s ever done.
A propos of nothing…
Here’s my wife and my 4-day-old daughter approximately five million years ago.
Carol’s Lucky Hat
A look described as, “tough.”
[Brilliantly crafted by muffpunch]
Great recommendation from iMyke
Took about maybe 5 pages for Invincible to become our new go-to.
What a fun book.
Extremely rare snapshot of Spidey tending to his bottle cap collection.
pride n. (ME, bef. 12c)
That’s right. My 5-year-old daughter is looking at our brand new family dictionary and noting the words she wants to learn.
If you think I’m not gonna crow and high-five the shit out of that, you better go look up, “unlikely.”
Nothing Bad Can Happen
Did Andria Langford knit my daughter an awesome Carol’s Lucky Hat?
You bet your ass she did.
Holy crap. Eleanor LOVES it!
A better photo and proper thank-you forthcoming, but, criminy, this is so the nicest thing ever.
“He’s saying, ‘Uuuuhhhnggggh!’”
The next page is just a sticker that says, “BOOM!”