Rhegan's baptism gown

Little butt as I commonly call her was being cooperative this morning so I tried to get a few baptismal gown photos before she grows out of it. The pictures could have been better but it was early morning (around 7) and I did not feel like getting out any lighting. Plus, my bounce flash is in for repair. Regardless, here are some of her pictures:

Morning cuteness and the devil

Keeping in the tradition, here are a couple pictures Amy took of Rhegan this morning while daddy was still in bed. Amazing little thing. Some day she will learn that mornings are evil and they are not to be enjoyed, except for Saturdays, because I don't work. Sunday's are bad too because there is usually something going on.





Then, it happened, I knew it was only a matter of time. The phone. She IS her mother's daughter. My life is over...









Ok, so I staged the picture as a jest on Amy's behalf and I was going to soap box on how pathetic it is when you see 8 year olds talking on their own cell phones to their friends. However, internally, I find satisfaction in knowing those parents are going to be dealing with a spoiled brat all their lives and will have to deal with it eventually, or not, not really my business. That's why we are moving to Nunavatu and live with Eskimos, where cell phones don't work yet.