Giving In
I've resisted having this site turn into a baby-blog, but since that's all I have to talk about these days and I want to keep writing, I might as well stop worrying about subject matter (although last week I did have a prospect tell me he thought Hitler had the right ideas, just the wrong group of victims)
So here's the deal. I have an adorable 20-month old daughter who is freaking addicted to the swing set. She talks about it in her sleep. It's the first thing out of her mouth when she wakes up. Aside from food (she is her father's daughter after all) it's all she seems to think about. So I've decided there ought to be a photo record of her tour de swing this spring/summer. Here are some of the photos from this odyssey of oscillation.
Day one of 19 consecutive days of swinging:
Cassie with Grandpa
Mother & Daughter
Swinging in Berkley, CA
Interview with a Swinger
So here's the deal. I have an adorable 20-month old daughter who is freaking addicted to the swing set. She talks about it in her sleep. It's the first thing out of her mouth when she wakes up. Aside from food (she is her father's daughter after all) it's all she seems to think about. So I've decided there ought to be a photo record of her tour de swing this spring/summer. Here are some of the photos from this odyssey of oscillation.
Day one of 19 consecutive days of swinging:
Cassie with Grandpa
Mother & Daughter
Swinging in Berkley, CA
Interview with a Swinger
posted by Fishpimp | 8:33 PM
2 Comments:
I've been waiting for this to morph into a baby-blog. Finally! So much better than your other ranting and raving...ha ha.
Oh, I've always enjoyed the ranting and raving. Charlie used to be addicted to the swing. Then flags. Then brass band instruments. And through it all...TRACTORS!
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