Alright, Steph, an update pada ti. We went for a walk at the Botanical Gardens on Thursday night. We planned on going to the zoo, but when got there they were locking up the gates. I didn't know that the special summer hours were only for the weekends. It doesn't matter where we go as long as I get pictures of Peyton, right.?
Oh and these are the pants that I did not wear inside out when I was confessing my "Not Me!"
This child would have been sitting in the middle of this fountain if Cory hadn't kept putting her feet back on the floor.
I'm undecided about this picture. Cory said he likes it. Part of me does, but the other part tells me she looks a little bit like Smeagol.
I like how she's up on her tippy toes.
Poor kid. When I want to get a picture of her (pretty much all the time) she hears, "peyton, peyton, peyton". ::lots of whistles, barks, ooohs and aaahs:: "look at me" "pppeeeeyyyyyttttoooonnnn" And then she flashes me a little smile and wave. That's all a mother wants, right?. :)