Somehow, the week got away from me and I missed Tuesday entirely. Well, missed it on the blog anyway, as I did at least show up for the co-op that takes place in my house.
Instead, I give you a semi-Wordless Wednesday.
Babypie turned one on Saturday.
Babypie would prefer you not attempt to touch her cupcake.
Babypie would probably be a mean drunk.
*That’s what the Tank calls it.
Lacking an adequate amount of naturally-occurring snow, Atlantans must make do with the manufactured snow at Snow Mountain at Stone Mountain. Stone Mountain is the largest single piece of exposed granite in the world and has this carved on it:
Officer Daddyman (my Midwestern transplant) is unimpressed by the manufactured snow. Patchfire says he looks Canadian in this picture, but really, he looks Toledo-an.
Babypie thought Snow Mountain was the very worst thing ever in her entire life, and she cried all day long.
The Tank worked tirelessly, building snowman after snowman.
Where’s Captain Science?
Smrt Mama and Babypie take a snack break (but only for Babypie).
Back to building a snow fort. Captain Science is super-fierce.
I’m not sure the Tank knew what was coming.
Yes, somewhere in there, we are related to dirt, the Sphinx, and a moray. Bizarre.
Shiny
Fearless
Free
The Tank defying gravity:
Babypie (Strawberry Pie?) engaging in wanton consumerism (shh…don’t tell her it’s empty):
Captain Science throwing down, earthbending-style:
Yup. That’s pretty much me in a nutshell.
