Even though Della has a cold, it’s Father’s Day. Della told me that Steve is a really good father.
The gang came over for mixed grill and baby beer.
Even though it’s Father’s Day, Steve did all the heavy lifting.
Hugh took a ride in the baby hammock.
Brit and Annie got naked.
And Paul told Della, “I want to smell your bottom.”
We went to a farm in Fauquier County. We picked apricots and plums and also bok choy and some red lettuce. Nothing funny happened.
Steve called this a “Hyasathinth.” I corrected him: “Hyacinth.” No points for anybody.
Della is getting a little bit stuck up, like her parents. Also, her four-month statistics: weight: 15 pounds, 6 ounces (79th percentile); length: 26 inches (96th percentile); head: 16 3/4 inches (87th percentile).
Watching Daddy Dance
Blurry Walk on the Parkway