He loves his saucer. . . as long as we are paying close attention to him while he is in it.
And he loves to eat his feet.
He loves his saucer. . . as long as we are paying close attention to him while he is in it.
And he loves to eat his feet.
I love and miss New York and Amy.
I think it is fun to look at old pictures, so on Fridays I'm going to post an oldie and tell its story.
These are pictures of Jasper's baptism, when he was 8 years old (over 2 years ago). He looks so young, it's hard to believe I really knew him then, but I did. David and I had been dating a couple months when he was baptized. Such handsome guys. Jasper wanted his uncle Dave to baptize him, and his uncle Todd to do the confirmation. This is a good memory.
And me, just sitting and being attractive.
Jasper makes good use of his muscles. . .
No fish were caught, even with the help of the wax worms. We also spent time cross country skiing and snowshoeing while there. Jackson stayed with my mom and drooled a lot. We all came home exhausted.