Sara was once 8 months old

This has turned into the most chronologically wacky blog ever...though I prefer to think of it as an experiment with postmodern temporal narrative distortion.  Yeah, that's what I'll tell myself the next time I procrastinate.  So when you get your Christmas card in March, think, "Wow, what a magnificent specimen of temporal distortion!")

Here is my sweetie-pie at 8 months old.  What a dream baby.  With a smile that melts your heart.