I don’t go looking for trash monsters, they come looking for me.
The seal on the door of the building that houses Noah’s day care.
The walk to the Savas’s.
Andy, slowly turning into just another competitive photographer.
Lil’ dude, big pretzel.
Savannah!
We misplaced Noah’s belt for a few days. We found it, but we almost has a complete disaster on our hands. Noah only has 2-3 pairs of pants that will stay up without a belt. Oh yeah, and see how they’ve learned to escape?
At least he’s learning to pull up his own pants.
Aransas, who could give birth any day, and made some great dinner, pouring the rest of us some really nice tequila that she brought back from Mexico.
More with Noah and the fancy shoes…
Thanks, as always to the Savas’s for having us over.
October 15th, 2010 at 4:45 pm
Great pics. Savannah is so darn cute. Maybe we will get to see them when I am up in Nov. Noah do you want AM to buy you a new belt……seems like a good time for a package to be sent. Love you.
AM XO