It's strange, I know, but I think about it.
(nitty-gritty pics because are basement is full of dark wood paneling and retro sconce lighting. groovy.)
I worry because I know I usually dodge cameras or am behind the lens and I feel like a goober taking pictures of myself...yup.
I really don't know what she is putting in her mouth. I know it's not food, though.
And she hasn't fully learned to operate her lips yet so this is the best "kiss" face I could get.
This is a work weekend for Marshy B so I should be more productive during this very precious nap time. But I probably won't.