Listen for Gabe, halfway through, telling me to "turn off the radio; I want to sing the word of God." & by that, I think he means, "church songs".
Flynn has such monkey toes-- proof in that she can hold something between her toes THROUGH footed pjs.
Listen for Gabe, halfway through, telling me to "turn off the radio; I want to sing the word of God." & by that, I think he means, "church songs".
Flynn has such monkey toes-- proof in that she can hold something between her toes THROUGH footed pjs.
Flynn was so excited to get, try, & enjoy her first (that she remembered) package of 'american' slices of soy cheese -- that I had to capture it on video (pardon the cell phone quality).
part of the reason I married my hot hubby - his mad dance skillz.
This is part 2 of a video I was taking wherein my cheesy camera couldn't handle more than a 1 minute video. So I had to restart.
It was all going fine & dandy...er, fine & graceful when I guess it was too much daintiness. Then my girl up & slams down on her knees, upon the pedistal ottoman where she dances.
Then she ends the clip with a curtsy (kind of).
Call it interpretive dance.
Okay, so it's not really vintage. It's from a year ago.
Just thought I'd share before I take it off my computer. This was Jeff's 'birthday card' last year.
(be sure to pause my music, down at the bottom, before pressing play on the video)