His eyes were this wide all day long. There was so much to see and do.
Pip stood in Papa's hands for the first time (like 8970 babies before him). My dad has done this trick for as long as I can remember. I reminded myself of that on Thanksgiving to prevent myself from freaking out when he did it with my baby.
Note to self: Shaking with fear makes for blurry pictures.
He really wasn't very pleased we wouldn't let him have any of the food.
Papa made it up to him by putting together a Pipsqueak-mobile.
Uh-oh! He is learning to flirt. This is all I need. Now I can lay awake worrying about the day I have to shop for a mother-of-the-groom dress. Ohhhhh, the pressure! He's my baby!
Maybe she'll teach him girls are not to be trusted.
The little turkey even got a nap.
The rest of us weren't that lucky. Something prevented us, a big something called, DISHES.