Monday, October 19, 2015

Thanks, dad.

So Apu has this running joke he likes to play on us when he comes back from long trips to the good ole US of A. He gets us all DEATHLY ill, and proceeds to fly away and let mom deal with the bodily fluids. 

Thankfully, mom has escaped so far, but she attributes that to juicing. 

It's cold! 
Pompom is almost crawling. A little too early in mom's opinion. 
And I'm becoming a genius architect. 

Cheers to good health! 

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