that's the nicest thing
Me: Miss Naughty, you're my BFF.
The Queen Herself: Uh... you're my YMCA.
Pop Culture: Something my kids are clueless about.
Oh, the faces she makes when putting on her goggles. It never gets old.
Me: Miss Naughty, you're my BFF.
The Queen Herself: Uh... you're my YMCA.
Pop Culture: Something my kids are clueless about.
Oh, the faces she makes when putting on her goggles. It never gets old.
Posted by Ralphie at 9:04 AM 1 comments
A little bit of this:
Running in sprinklers with the pjs on.
(Rinse and repeat, every other day. Gad-zooks! I have lots of wet pajamas.)
A little bit of this:
Making my heart flutter.
Posted by Ralphie at 1:23 PM 4 comments
When my family gets together we all revert back to childhood and act like huge dorks. That, among many other reasons, is why I love them.
Here we are in all our natural glory, from oldest to youngest.
A brother was missing this year so we had B stand in for him and I swapped his head. There might have been a little hind end goosing as well.
And through the magic of photo shop you get a bobble head for your sixth brother and a complete family.
No jokes about the t-shirts. Our mom made us do it.
Posted by Ralphie at 9:07 AM 4 comments
(yes, their birthday's are one day apart. ... i need a paper bag to breath into.)
He makes me laugh, that kid.
And he has taught me how to love, unconditinally.
Here's a little something from my heart to yours B. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Posted by Ralphie at 1:42 PM 3 comments
Queen NaNa just got a bit queenier.
Happy birthday your eminence. And by the way, who said you could ask to wear a bra?
About gave me a heart attack.
Posted by Ralphie at 1:29 PM 2 comments
Is there anything more delicous than a soft baby check? I submit no.
The marriage has already been arranged. NieNie will be very happy I'm sure.
The End.
But not really. I'll be back.
Posted by Ralphie at 10:43 PM 3 comments