And yes, in case you are wondering, those are pants on top of my darlings precious little head. Judging by the photo, I'd say that my munchkin was about 5 or 6 months in this shot. Bet you don't have to guess too hard to figure out who it was who placed those pants on top of her head? Need a hint? It wasn't me. Although, I think the foot in the bottom left-hand corner of the photo gives it away. My feet are way cuter. (And considerably less whiter).
Later in life, when I'm lazily sipping mojitos in my ocean view senior citizens resort, and James is drinking wine out of a box on skid row, he's going to wonder why it is that his daughter didn't set him up in a nice retirement penthouse like mine. I'll be sure to send him these photos as a reminder of how he use to torture his munchkin when she was a defenseless little baby.