Judge for yourselves.
Elinor....................Scout




Ah, I'm going to have to go back and do this for birth and 6 weeks old too....




When she is wearing these dunglees (which are being retired today *sniff* before she busts a snap) daddy calls her "points" since the feet aren't really feet they just are sewn into points adding to the charms of these favorite dunglees of mine.

Around 11:45 on the night before my birthday, Rob casually asked what I wanted for my birthday. I told him that a replacement ipod would be nice. At exactly midnight I laid back down from sucking snot out of my little baby's nose and landed on something hard. Thinking it was the remote, I reached to get it and instead of the remote, it was a new shiny ipod. You see, Rob has a VERY hard time waiting to give gifts. Gifts burn holes right through his pockets, so waiting until midnight was the best he could do- at least it was technically my birthday. He got me the new talking kind because he said my obituary was one huge hint. Not so! It's not my fault my old ipod died the week before my birthday, and I only mentioned the new talking kind because I went on apple.com to see how much a replacement shuffle was going to set us back and I noticed they don't even sell the old style anymore. My dad suggested I name her Neil and I thought that was a grand idea since writing an obituary for a nameless ipod was a little awkward.
At the party playing the cake walk.... she won! (That is an action shot of her winning) she picked a caramel apple......of course.
I love Scout's by the way. I was lazy and used a cookie mix and canned frosting.... don't tell anyone. They tasted pretty good though, and a lot faster then my usual recipe and will do for this year. Maybe we'll do Christmas cookies.....





And peace out