…Because I couldn’t decide, that’s why.
Ah, The Baby. You are so twee, so confectionary. I get lost in the aroma of your stinky stinky baby feet, a fragance more intoxicating than one thousand baking cakes.
Look how ickle you are.
But what is this, The Baby? What new development is this? Yes, you are at that awkward early-toddler hair stage. I will not cut that little goldie-brown swirl, just because you’re starting to look like Hall AND Oates.
But what does it remind me of? Think think think.
Oh yes.
Damn you, Grammer. You, sir, are no Shatner.
Rate My Mullet
Mullets Galore
And just plain old Mullet.com
Cut off the baby mullet? I can’t go for that. No can do.
I do, however, want to chew on your little Strudel’s cheeks.
So. Yummy.
Thanks for running with the H&O theme. Hee!
OO oo here she comes .. watch out boobs she’ll chew you up… OO oo here she comes .. she’s a boob nibbler…
oh ffs that song is stuck in my head now..
I love the mini-tail. BIFPIB. Mullet. Whatever!!! It’s all so good.
Can she be shrunken down to button size and worn on my shirt for Whenever nuzzling?
I think I’ve been here before… do I write familiar to you? (That’s my new blog come-on line – what do you think? Is it working for me?)
you are my now my official internet crush (TM).
for right now. i mean, don’t get all cocky er nuthin’.
but, having said all that: FEEL THE LOVE.
Oh, God my baby has that in spades. I never saw the mullet-ness of her little curlylocks and so AAAAAAHHHHHH Kelsey Grammer. Help me, Lord.
I must wipe this thought from my head, it might make me a worse mother.
Although I feel better about the dreadlocks she gets (even when I realize the mullet is a very flexible concept and can extend to dreadlocks). She’s not Kelsey, she’s Marley!
Noooooooooooo, not Oates!
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