B has leeched onto Uncle Nate like a bad case of spattergroit.
Oh, little brother. Always with the sketchbook, man purse and calf muscles that don't mess around.
Maybe I stood in front of the microwave one too many times during pregnancy with this guy.
B has now lost a total of four teeth. Sometimes the tooth fairy takes a couple days to make her rounds.
Bruce has a theory that each succeeding child gets a little less calcium, a little less folic acid in utero. This is M yelling for someone to help her down the stairs.
If she can yell, "Stop it!", "Get off!", "I want some!" and "Leave me alone!", it seems to me that "Please help me?" shouldn't be such a stretch, right?
Then Nate started doing this.
Thanks a lot, Nate. Real good.
Nate had to stop and sketch this tree. Had to.
Little brothers are my fave.
Today's track: The Underdog - Spoon
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M's eyes and natural frown look very familiar. Love their faces and expressions. Nate always wanted little brothers and sisters so at least he'll enjoy the babes. Gotta keep sketching. He has always had sketch books since he was young. He's always sketching or doodling at church, too.
I can't help but think that nice calves run in the family. Hmmm...
i think i might have actually dreamed about nate's calves last night...like as steak...mmmmm, mmmm good. lol
i love brothers too.
Noe? see that little dot from asia on your tracker? that's me ... thinking of you. In Cambodia. Love you :) ~Dan.
best park ever. i still dream about that place and wish now that fox runs from point A to point B that this place was still right around the corner. let's see some of those sketches, little brother.
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