What’s cuter than a 15 month old wearing a pink terry cloth bath robe?

Out of sheer boredom, I am watching Strange Love on VH1. Its insane. If I was stuck with these people for 10 minutes, I would kill myself. Honestly! They are the weirdest humans I’ve ever seen. In fact, I’m not sure that they are human. They are aliens, I am positive. Anyway, I think I will change the channel now. For some things, there are no excuses.

“Come on Mom, let me touch the camera!”

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

Good morning Mom!

Why do I feel compelled to write these things? I really am not a scrapbooker or anysort of that thing. I don’t write in journals, Hell, I don’t even write letters. Interesting.

Jeff is watching the women’s semi-finals at the Australian Open. BORING!
Actually, tennis is okay, I like a nice snappy match. Its the 3 hour matches that get to me. And I like the women athletes, they look like real women. Positive role models and all that.

I have a thing for cookbooks. When my grandma dies, I want her cookbooks. Now, she better not die for many years, or I’ll be devestated. I just signed up for a recipe book club. Jeff thinks I’m a wee bit insane when it comes to cookbooks, but doesn’t complain, as its to his benefit. He is very attached to his stomach….

I’m all ready for bed!

Belle playing in the cupboard. If you can’t read it, her shirt says “If you think I’m cute you should see my daddy!”