baby’s first blog
Blake enjoys a Shakespeare play in the park: Twelfth Night. Mom, Dad, and Laura enjoy delicious burritos: Chipotle. Everyone’s happy.
If not exactly high culture, at least it’s culture on a very steep incline.
Our little angel watches the Blue Angels over Lake Washington. Maybe next year he’ll get to see the Hells Angels instead. Or maybe not.
Blake heads to Biringer Farm to find some fresh raspberries. Since he can’t eat them yet, he insists that we freeze his berries until next year. Happily, he fails to pick a single berry, so this will be an easy promise to keep.
Blake’s been smiling since he was two weeks old, and now he’s laughing at his own jokes.
When he’s old enough to talk, we’ll ask him what’s so funny. Probably something you did.
Apparently the old admonishment to always wear clean underwear applies to your socks, too. Even socks that you’re not actually wearing. You just never know who will see them.
But dirty or not - filled with holes, or not - they’re still Built Hanes Tough. Or whatever slogan they’re using these days.
