It's all they watch - every day, all day long. The most expensive TV channel ever subscribed to - it's the Mr. Baby Channel! Mr. Baby has mastered the skill of smiling and making cute little cooing noises, giving all the dumb adults in this house the impression that they are fascinating and riveting. Each and every one of them fall for it, time after time. Noodles worships him, but I am onto his tricks. I don't have very much baby experience, so it's difficult to know what other tricks he has up his tiny little sleeve.
Mr. Baby hit the road with his handlers and went back to Squamish. We are, at least for a little bit, king and queen of the castle again.
Here is a nonblurry photo of me being Mr. Baby's pony pup.
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| He looks like he is having as much fun as I am! I'm not sure he is going to be a horse lover. |
Her Nutiness insists on putting her man size hands in all manner of photos. The bright side is they aren't obliterating Finley's face.
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| Look how teensy weensy Mr. Baby's hands are. Or, look at how huge and gigantic Janet's hand are. |
We don't quite know what to do about this, but Mr. Baby has a really bad comb over. If only Meg would let Yo-Yo (this is Lolo's version of the Chinese word for Grandma which is quite a bit off the actual word, but is cute nevertheless) use some hair care product, we could fix this. How about a faux hawk, Mr. Baby?
They took in the Classic Car show on Oak Bay Avenue. We didn't get to go, but they said there were tons of cars and people.
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| Pretty! |
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| Cool license plate. |
Look how clever Mr. Baby is with his feet.
What do you think he is worried about? The ride home? His next meal? The comb over? His red eyes that make him look like a zombie?
It's that time of the year again!
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| Jam! |
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