In springtime, a young family's thoughts turn to thoughts of real estate. We're pimping the house to sell, so naturally mom and dad have put me to work landscaping...
Inside, I'm also doing my best to help, including unleashing a baby-powder cloud that I thought would give the nursery the perfect smell that would make buyers swoon.
No, that's not smudges on the lens. That's the flash reflecting off the powder in the air.
Meanwhile, dad got a new outfit. Mom says it makes him look like big, blue marshmallow:
Monday, April 21, 2008
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2 comments:
Congratulations Chris! I can't wait til you three make it out to SoCal!
L,
Abbey
Sweet one,
Your baby-powder game reminds me of the time your Daddy (about your age) smeared a stick of butter all over himself and the kitchen, just as we were racing out of the apartment to go meet Gandalf for a picnic lunch. I still have a picture of the mess. You are such a Daddy's girl!
Love, Gram
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