hee!

casper's on my lap rifling through my wallet as i read friends. ("it's my money." they start so young.)

she sees a comment from cashmere. "that's aidan?" "no, that's owen." "He picked a flower?" "Yes." "His mommy let him?"

We go through the flickr photos of b.org babies together sometimes. She seems to find the squeakaboo especially cute - makes cooing noises.

must go: "mommy. let'd do fun things!"