Baby J arrived just in time for the Great Horkfest of 2008 here at the Nahm household. I might be tempted to point the accusatory-illness finger at our new houseguest – we were all fine until he arrived. Except everything I’ve pointed at recently gets puked on. I am the
May you end up in the arms of those who adore you today. May they be the ones you adore in return. And that you find peace and happiness in the moment. Merry Christmas! With special thanks to Julie Pippert.
J: Oooh, is it cold! Ha! Just kidding. I have no idea what temperature that water is. Since I am walking On. Top. Of. It. Boo-ya! Who’s your baby now, huh? If I could only go back to 1985 and get Michael Jackson to teach me that moonwalking thing… J:
Here is baby J hanging out at the vineyard in back. He says: Here are the vines that take the sun and the water and the dirt and make grapes. Miraculous, huh? It gets even better. These grapes make wine. Which I will grow up and tell people is my
Here is baby J in some of the items with which commentors suggested he be photographed. May I present: Greased Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick! And also on a cupcake! Yeah. That little coat he is wearing is a butter wrapper to signify the greasy goodness of baby J.