Went to the Ings. Dined with Ethee. Watched Whit cook. Played with Jack. For now, left alone Whitney’s child to come.
Upon arriving, while playing, and when leaving, learned that I am the most interesting, wonderful, playful, and clever person on the planet (sissy Whitty is dead right—go to the Ingram house: leave a hero, for nearly-3 Jack deifies you).
Whitney cooks.
She talks on the phone as well.
Jack still loves messing up Mommy’s bed for highning purposes.
Jack looks at pictures of himself to pass the time.
Jack poses to display his Raspberry Ice Crystal Lite moustache.
Jack and Aunt Megan smile before the reading of a bedtime story.
Ings: Had myself a wonderful time. Will be back, you know. Let’s go feed the ducks next time. I love that.
Post Script: I vote yes on bangs, Whitters.
5 comments:
We've been telling you all along you're the best - it takes hearing it from a 3 year old for you to finally believe it...
I'm so jealous! I need to see that little man, Jack-Jack. Also, what is that vinyl lettering on Whit's wall? I can't read it, and it irks me!
Ooo ooo make me a header! A cool, cool one. Also, I love the last picture of you and Jack, it's probably one of my favorites ever.
Whit's lettering says "If you're afraid of butter, use cream" (Julia Child)--or something like that.
Looks like you had fun with your sister and nephew he is a cutie! I love that vinyl lettering how cute!
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