mme.bookling:
Welcome to planet Earth, progeny. It was a rough road, and took threat of C-section to get you here. We are examining your soul for a name.
mme.bookling:
My babies, sleeping.
mme.bookling:
Sleeeeps.
mme.bookling:
One of the many ways we are fattening her up. Dad is seriously a natural.
mme.bookling:
Bowie Andromeda Morris, named after one lusty rockstar (and homage to Aunt Teresa) and also Joel's favorite neighboring galaxy. Meaning: Bowie= fair-haired, victorious, Irish in origin. Andromeda = courageous thinker, she who has bravery in her mind.
mme.bookling:
Headed home. We will be physically off limits for 5-weeks, but be in touch via satellites of love.
mme.bookling:
Dad singing to Bowie, Venus in Furs "Baby's On Fire." Never seen a baby novice take so easily to the changes. I'm so damn lucky.
mme.bookling:
These two, Jeeze.
mme.bookling:
The morning food coma.
mme.bookling:
Bowie's first drunk.
mme.bookling:
Beds.
mme.bookling:
Hiccup therapy.
mme.bookling:
She most assuredly knows something I don't.
mme.bookling:
Goodnight, Stars.
mme.bookling:
The breakfast of champions.
mme.bookling:
34 years. 3 weeks. My new favorite Cancer.
mme.bookling:
Weight gainer! Almost 8lbs now!
mme.bookling:
All hands and feet around here.
mme.bookling:
Another hand-me-down from cousin Clara
mme.bookling:
Blue Eyes
mme.bookling:
Coma.
mme.bookling:
TGIF. Reflux is a b&@ch.
mme.bookling:
Greetings, Aunt Niki and Uncle Tice.
mme.bookling:
Tice.Bowie. The twain rockstars.
mme.bookling:
Dinner with friends and a child.
mme.bookling:
To Grandmother's house we go.
mme.bookling:
Couch potatoes.
mme.bookling:
New dress to meet Aunt Kelly.
mme.bookling:
Milk, I love. Drunk, I am.
