Photos, Shoot!

Finally, we got Daddio involved in the feeding process and this guy can over eat and over feed.  I dropped my jaw in awe.

After my morning feed I don't remember much.  I thought I was drinking responsibly, but in a game of ounces you can wake up to embarrassing pictures all over the interweb!  I do look "waste"ed.

My foot-shadow animals are coming along.  Anybody else see a pair of nesting cockateels in the shadows?  Nobody?

  It gets so dry out here, a guy really has to take care of his feet, put his dogs up once and awhile.  Granted I don't walk yet, but I want to be prepared for shoes.

What? Why is Lionel "guarding" my crib?  There is no reason why he should be dow. . . Ahhhhhhhhhh.  Why haven't I tried this before.  It's like laying on a cloud.

Better try this paw. Yep, even softer. 

I'm not sure I even remember meeting ewe.  
If you got my number, call me Baaaaaahhhhhh-ck

I think they could've raked the rear glass just a bit more to join the rear spoiler more gracefully.  Who am I kidding?  It's red and shiny, and you had me at red.

Anybody who has owned one knows how exhausting it can be to try to keep up maintenance on not one but TWO Italian cars with the prancing horse on the bonnet.

My first visit to the land of the steel SUV stroller.  I picked up some Lotto tickets, you know, to support education in the  State of Colorado.  Hope I win 80 from the Power Ball.  80 what I do not know, Dad has never counted past 50 with me though.