This was just a good shot of Grandma Joyce, Grandpa Phil, and Amelia on the last day of their birthday visit.
All kinds of fun things on Amelia's first birthday weekend. Opening gifts with both Grandmothers, attempting to eat some birthday cake and freaking out when the messy stuff wouldn't come off her hands, playing with balloons, hating my fantastic birthday hat, hanging in my new ball pit. Thanks to everyone who made the journey to make it a special day, and also to everyone who sent Amelia some great stuff.
Everyone needs a comfortable place to cozy up with a good book, or just to hang out. Amelia has chosen Wallace's bed. We don't ask questions.
Amelia, being helpful around the house as always. Entropy is apparently a deeply rooted human instinct that mothers break us of slowly over the course of our youth. Good luck containing this tornado. She is a bit like her father in this regard. Sarah might have to start calling Amelia PigPen part two.
