Harley Girl.

So I must wax poetic for a moment about Booboo's Harley t-shirt, mostly because it's the first thing I bought for her, when she was a mere whiff of a bean in her mama's belly.  We didn't even know if she was boy or girl yet.  And here it is, fitting perfect.  Papa now works at the Woodstock Harley Dealership after a life-long love affair with motorcycles...so it's a rightful inheritance.


Harley Girl.


The All-Mighty Baba.


The Face.  This is the face I've tried to capture for weeks...and I finally nailed it two days in a row!  She doesn't make this face because she hates what I'm feeding her, (thank goodness,) it seems totally unrelated to food, and often happens while playing, not associating w/ food at all.  In fact, we are not sure where it came from, but always occurs with a major intake sniff...does it clear the sinuses?  makes a statement of fact?  we may never know...


The Face This Morning.


The End.