Well, I was hoping to get some good mileage off the mullet picture. Unfortunately, not all good things last, and its time to move on to a new blog post...
about telling the future.
Sunday, I was lying down and reading the palm of our baby (technically, it could have been any part of her, but this is my blog, so I'm just going to say it how it most likely happened). Now, I haven't read many people's palms, but I like to think that I sometimes have a knack for predicting the future.
I learned that our child's future either consists of a love of kick boxing, or tango. (It's hard to tell the difference.)
She even gave her daddy a good strong kick (his first one!) to which he promptly sent her to her room and told her to put on her jammies.
And, by popular request, here's a picture of her (taken by my computer...so it's not the best. Still, you get the idea).
I know it doesn't look too impressive, but there really is a baby in there! It's not just the three boxes of doughnuts I ate this morning.