yolo

After an eventful day in Chi town with Aunt Jenaeth, public transportation was just all too much for Jude. GARG staying awake is just too impossible. 

Swimming dipes, PLAYA. 

I give the ladies what they want. 

Two babies, two expressions. 

Twins they are not, but dipe brothers they are. 

yolooooooyoloyolo

HAI, put on my show, and leave me alone.

What Rari weaws, I will weaw. 

Not the Plan

Let's just start with a little taste of smooth jazz, personified. Smooth like caramel, ice cream, whipped cream, and a bunch of other things that make your cheeks that size. 

Size: XL. 

I came home one day to find Jude in a tub of flour. Literally a bathtub that was covered in flour. 

To which Robert responded that he wanted to do because "wouldn't it be funny to just let him be covered in flour?" 

I must be so naive to not realize the reason he covered the baby in flour was because he wanted to just cover the baby in flour. DUR. 

Shower baby. I would say it is mature to shower, and immature to have your mom take pics, so I don't know what the maturity conclusion is...it's really a toss up. 

After all is said and done, you need to take time to smell the roses. BTW loyal readers, THIS is how you smell the flowers. Go big or go home. That's pretty much our only house rule. 

Side note: 

"Wassup lady fans?" Jude. 

Party Aminal.

Tell me this guy isn't the life of the moving box party. 

Muscle tee, noise canceling headphones so you don't have to hear nagging "moms", and an attitude. Boys will be boys. 

Let's get to the sermons, pow.

Jude loves to read this book. I guess he just is an empathetic reader. 

It kind of seems like Robert and Jude are reading different parts of the story. 

Or probably it was some kind of really sophisticated joke and Robert didn't get as well as Jude. Not everyone can understand "Watch our little wombat" like the bug. 

I swear they own toys. 

BTW: Robert is wearing a shirt in every picture, so yeah, I'd call this post a success.