Archive for February, 2007

don’t bogart that joint, my friend

a finger of fudge is just enough…

… until it’s time to eat.

violently happy

being coy


… she’s up to something.


where have all my toys gone?

playing with toys

We’ve had some trouble convincing Martha to sit up: she wants to either stand or lie on her belly…her massive, massive belly.
Here’s one of her looking for something to play with.

the three of us in front of the tigers

… along with some wierd ginger boy.