Nine of us (the 5 Ms, my father, younger brother, aunt, and I) descended on Parker’s house yesterday like a miniature SWAT team and witnessed him singing at the top of his little lungs, surprising his mum and, later, the dog. With eight baby teeth poking out, it was cuteness personified.
monkey faces
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pass out for a while because I took the red-eye from Vancouver last night and went directly to work this morning from the airport after an all-too-brief shower pit-stop at home.