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Dear Baby,

I cannot believe that you have already been alive for a year.  Thank goodness that you have outgrown your not-so-cute-alien-looking phase.  You could still use a tan, but at least you are not ugly.  Personally, I am impressed that you are even still alive. Between your insane mother, your questionable grandmother, and the Mike’s Hard Pomegranate Lemonade…  Well, let’s just say that you have already proven yourself to be a trooper.  Please tell your mother to stop buying strange hats for you.  And tell your uncle to fix his hair.  Anywho, here’s to you! 

Bisoux,
Votre Tante

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This post will be photo-laden to compensate for the fact that it is text-poor.  But it is still a post!  Which means that I am another week closer to winning $10.00 from someone who is already poor. >:]  For those of you wondering why I have not blogged about my favorite part of the year yet, don’t worry! 🙂  I will.  I am just too sleepy to put in the effort which such a post would deserve.  And now, pictures:

 

 

Baby
Baby

 

Baby Likes Black AND White People!
Baby Likes Black AND White People!
Baby Likes Faces
Baby Likes Faces

 

Baby Likes Boobs!

Baby Likes Boobs!

Baby Likes Fat People!

Baby Likes Fat People!

 

 

 

I had an awful dream last night.  About The Container.  Yes, THE container.  The one which we spent 72 hours loading 3 weekends ago.  In 95 degree weather.  With no ramp.   Only, in my nightmare, it was about twice the size of the actual one.  I know that many of you were just so sad that you were unable to help out.  And so, I thought I would share the experience with you in photo form.  If you are wondering where I am in all of these pictures, it is not that I was doing less work than the others… so much as it was that I was upholding my important responsibilities as the event’s official photographer.  Yep. Someone had to do it. 😀

The Depths of the Container

Notice how the boxes are arranged floor-to-ceiling? This is how the whole thing was packed. Boxes and boxes of books, textbooks,  encyclopedias, computers, monitors, furniture, appliances… I think that I gained about 15 lbs of arm muscle that weekend.

The Red Team

The red team swiping (Swiper! No swiping, Swiper!) ice cream from the ice cream man as he rolls by.

Last Item

The last item to be loaded…

Peace Out

Done! At least… for this year… 😐

Random

Random Photo of Brendan and “Grandpa.” Hahahaha!! Grandpa!  Hohohoho! Gets me every time… >:]  He can talk now!  Kind of… sort of… If you know what to listen for… If you are smart.  Like me. >:]

Dear Baby,

Today is your birthday, and you look kind of weird. Hopefully, you will grow into it. I am already at work trying to obtain an OBC (Official Black Card) for you, because you resemble a Spaniard or a Sicilian. Or Binky. Your Uncle Fred resembled a Chinese man when he was born. He had to carry around his OBC for awhile, but no longer. So don’t worry about that. In fact, don’t worry about anything (other than your Mom being crazy), because we will take care of you. At least until you are 3. That is when African kids start hunting their own food. We will show you how though. Bienvenue. Je t’aime!

Bisous,
Votre Tante

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