For the lack of absolutely anything to blog about, and because I promised it a couple weeks ago, here are a few more pictures from Rocco’s Crazy Hair birthday party.
I don’t know which was cooler—the birds in auntie and uncle’s hair or the skull-and-roses dresses auntie was wearing.
The newlyweds. Marriage has changed them already, see?
Rocco’s grandpa. We’re not sure if he’s Japanese or Chinese, so we’ll just go with Asian.
We don’t know who this guy is—he just showed up, ate all the Late Night All Night Cheeseburger Doritos and left.
My head still hurts from this hair-do.
There’s a party pooper in every crowd, and Rocco’s party was no exception. Ya think Leo could have manned up and grown a little something for his friend’s one-and-only first birthday?
But awwwwwwww he’s so cute.
Now let’s everyone hope that my kids do something in the next 24 hours that shows how cleverly idiotic they are and showcases my well-intentioned yet often clumsy and misguided parenting so that I can write about it in a self-deprecating, uproarious way, or I’m going to be forced about the time my baby ate his own poop.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Cornbread taco bake
Salad with blue cheese, apples, and craisins
Peanut butter chip brownies