The only thing Beanie hates more than boundaries enforced by her loved ones to ensure her well-being is having her picture taken.
Which is why I had to snap pictures of her fresh shearing and deshagging while she stuffed her face.
I give you a sweet bob on a
sweet rotten baby:
Regarding the crap mountain situation that may or may not be occurring on my sofa in the background of these shots:
1) Pretty certain there is a note in the Bible about being sin-free to cast stones at hoarderific suburban glass houses. Or something. Judgy McJudgerpants, God totally disapproves of your judging and critical ways.
1) I posted the majority of the pictures in sepia so I maintain that Crap Mountain is cleverly camoflaged and almost completely invisible. What pile of not-yet-folded laundry, cast-off-outerwear, and shit my children dragged home from daycare? I have no idea what you are talking about.