23 Weeks
Tua bonding with the belly
Moose summer sausage
Reluctant democrat...I'm talking about Tua Dog. The last time when a republican won the White House his mama was so bummed out that he gained unlimited access to the couch for the next four years. He was a bit worried that now having a democrat run the country he would be relegated to the floor. He's currently sawing logs on the couch next to me. D is on the floor. Some Bush policies will take a while to correct.
Babies for Obama! Our little guy went to his first inaugural party inutero.
2 comments:
aw, i missed H the blogger. welcome back. :)
yeah, me too! Whoa, your feet look tiny, no wait your belly looks huge!! This is truly a post from a day-in-the-life-of my Alaskan friends: from moose sausage to lounging around the fire to making fun with little american paraphernalia. By the way what is that little red thing? A sweat band? A garter belt? Oh dear my imagination got the best of me...
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