Five Big Balloons

Well, yes, it is my big day, so as we did with Mae, let's take a look back. We'll start at the beginning, it's a very good place to start.

Here's me fresh out of the womb, just a couple days old.

A whopping one month old.

At 1.5 years of age, I was studying the martial arts.

My second birthday brought a huge conk on the bridge of my nose but also brought a very large smile.

At three years of age my donut obsession had firmly taken place.

Don't forget four, where I was schooled in the likes of Mozart and Mary Had a Little Lamb.

And here's the big cat, five big balloons old.

One Month Mabel

Yep, you guessed, it's time to break out Charlie the Bear and get those monthly photos going. Mabel turned one month the other day and we got so pumped we plopped her in the rocker and busted out the camera.

And as you can see, Mabel is quite stoked herself.

Um, Mabel? Mae? We're over this way.

Okay, great (well, good, but whatever) it's nice to have you back. Try to stay with us.

Um, outstanding job, you look really excited, let's do it again sometime.

Oh, and just the other day I made up this new word, it's called a "flashback." Check it out - this is yours truly with the old Chuckster exactly 24 months ago.

Oh, and one more funny thing. Everywhere we go when people see Mabel they say something like, "Oh gosh, look at her hair, it looks just like her dad's." and then they laugh. Dad laughs, too, but I'm pretty sure he's not laughing on the inside.

She might have one-upped me with the highlights, but let's be serious here folks, Mabel's 'do just has no idea where to go next.