All right, let’s get this out of the way. I didn’t take a single picture of Daphne for the 4th of July.
I know. I have no excuse. I just didn’t take any.
And she was doing all sorts of adorable things at my brother’s house, too.
Tromping around the backyard grass in her festive star-spangled sundress.
Belly laughing at the dog playing fetch.
Absconding with other children’s toys.
Trying to open all the cabinets.
Mashing all the buttons on their oven.
Yep, full-on Bumblefail.
I did, however, get some pictures of her very first intake of red meat, which her mother cleverly camouflaged with marinara sauce.
*sigh* “Whaddya want, Dad?”
“Oh hey, you’ve got the video-watching thing!”
“Yeah, let me finish up dinner and then I’ll totally be down for some Sesame Street.”
“Oh that Super Grover… I wonder what he’ll fly into today.”
“Okay, now I need you to get out of the way, Dad. Fred & Fiona are on.”
That’s pretty American, right?