Tuesday, January 30, 2007

 

Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my nose? Posted by Picasa
 

Making a mess takes concentration. Posted by Picasa
 

This is what happens when you leave a bowl of flour on the counter. Posted by Picasa
 

What's that I hear? A snowplow? Posted by Picasa
 

I'm not too little for the sled. Posted by Picasa
 

Okay Grandpa, I'll be a good boy. Posted by Picasa
 

I can pull the sled. Posted by Picasa
 

I like the snow. Posted by Picasa
 

I think we might have a fish. Posted by Picasa
 

That's my tongue. Posted by Picasa
 

These are my teeth. Posted by Picasa
 

That's right, I mixed the eggs. Posted by Picasa
 

O'a can read and I'll turn the pages. Posted by Picasa
 

I hope I look cute in the photo. Posted by Picasa
 

Do I really look like that? Posted by Picasa
 

I don't use a high chair anymore. Posted by Picasa
 

I want to draw like my papa when I get older. Posted by Picasa
 

I know how to check out library books. Posted by Picasa
 

Here's the steering wheel. Posted by Picasa
 

Look Mama, no hands. Posted by Picasa
 

Grrrrr. Posted by Picasa
 

I'm ready for piano lessons. Posted by Picasa
 

Brush-a-brush-a-brush my teeth. Posted by Picasa
 

You got it! I sleep in an adult bed with my car and special blanket. Posted by Picasa
 

The library is so cool - there are books inside and firetrucks outside. Posted by Picasa

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