25 January 2006
- Going home...
- Here are a few shots from my journey home form the hospital a few weeks ago. As you can see, I was pretty content, considering the fact that my parents dressed me in more clothes than I know what to do with, including the same head-piece that my Mom wore home from the hospital as a baby. (Note my first use of non-verbal finger gestures to the right...that's for making me look like a baby-elf in lace)
- I'm still pretty darn cute, though.
4 Comments:
Lydia, Do not give the camera the bird. It's not polite.
Love,
Daddy
I think Lydia is a Crip, or a Blood, or from the Westside. I can't remember what all those finger signs mean, but she is definitely in some gang.
She also looks like she stole her clothes from the set of The Princess Bride. Cool.
Oh please, Stew. Like father, like daughter...
Don't worry Lydia, your mommy will be a much better influence on you.
Yeah, in the top picture she is clearly wearing hear doily low on her forehead as if she were a vato loco. No wonder you gave her a Spanish name.
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