Hmmmm...

Ok, he really MUST be a cute baby.

He's even cute in (#@!* sports paraphenalia!

...freakin' football.....assorted under-my-breath mutterings...

GO CHIEFS!!!

Disclaimer:
A certain attitude expressed in this post does not reflect the attitude and/or the opinions of other members of this household. Thank you.

A new trick!

Well, after sitting and crawling for the last month or so, Holden decided it was time to step it up a notch. About a week ago, around 5:30AM, Maneesh came running into our bedroom in shock, panting "OHMYGODHE'SSTANDINGINTHECRIB."
And since then, no (extremely low) surface is safe from an attempted scaling by The Wee Beige One.



"Jeez, Mommy--where are my pants?"



"This is my gym bunny look"



"No, seriously, WHERE ARE MY FREAKIN' PANTS??"



"I may be too little to see over the top of my crib,

but don't think I'm not watching you...heh, heh, heh..."

No cute pictures today.

Just a moment to reflect on the fact that Holden will spend the next four years in a country led from a place of bigotry, ignorance, and closemindedness. Rather than demonstrate complacency, let me say here in writing that I, and Holden's Daddy, vow to make every effort to get INVOLVED in challenging the right wing machine that runs this state...and seemingly, the rest of the country.

At least Kobach lost. That's something, right?