Clown Baby

So I dressed my precious angel the other day and then took a picture to send her father at work.

As I looked at the photos, I realized I had dressed my kid like a clown.

I mean, honestly, does it not appear to have a trick flower that would squirt water in your eye if you got too close?

I think G's clown name would be Cookie, of The Bozo Show.

I loved that show as a kid.

I would get so frustrated with those dumb kids who couldn't ever get the ball into the 6th bucket in the grand prize game.

The 6th bucket prize was a bicycle.

I wanted bucket prize number two or three, which was a cake from a local Chicago bakery.

It wasn't until years later that I realized how hard it was to get a ping pong ball to stay in a bucket when you toss it.  I believe Beer Pong taught me that.

Perhaps those kids weren't so dumb after all.

Mom came and we went to lunch with Robby.

G didn't last too long on the shopping gig, and we only went to one store.

I will close with gratuitous cute baby photos.