An orange, a baby burrito and an old suit

No, it wasn't date night.


And, no, we didn't go latin dancing.


We were just hanging out at my mom's.


It's always interesting at Judy's house.


Apparently Baby found the oranges and decided to dig right in.

After I peeled it, she started snarfing it down.

Here is my dad and Aaron's daughter, Yaya, (that's her nickname for the blog, not her real name) just chillin' in front of the computer. Chelsea got her wrapped up all tight like she likes and grandpa worked his magic. He got her to sleep.

We were having fun getting out my dad's old suits. We even got Marc to try his old missionary suit on, the one he bought in Denmark. 1975 bell-bottoms—sweet!

Brother was a bit shy for the picture...