More with the new floor

Photographic evidence that I do still have three children, and that the girls have not been kidnapped as was politely suggested by my Dad and Art on Thanksgiving. They just really don't like to sit for pictures. Charlotte indulged me for about 2 minutes today.

Grandma gave her 2 pairs of these tights and she wears them all the time. Today we went to the doctor for a rash on her face that is impetigo as I suspected (I retouched it out - thank you Photoshop). I guess the doctor forgot what room we were in when she tried to come back with the samples of the medicine for Charlotte's face. When we went to check out, the receptionist said, "Oh good, the doctor found you! She came running out here a few minutes ago saying 'which room? purple tights, purple tights.'" That made me laugh.

(Mom, I apologize for the punctuation nightmare on that last sentence. I actually did sit here and try to figure it out, but it eludes me this late at night.)



The baby indulges me for much longer. I give him another 9 months or so before he develops the camera angst.





Why oh why is the age at which these thighs are considered desirable wasted on someone too young to appreciate it.