Flannels Monthly stopped by last Friday for a photo shoot.
Baby L, air piano to Smokestack Lightning.
March 6, 2009
7 Days of Weak...
Whatever new strain of contagious, airborne weirdness floating around Idaho last week landed at our house in full effect. Baby L got thumped, passed it to me, I rode it around it for a few days then gave it back to him for a full blown fever/wheeze/cough and cry bout that he's just now recovering from. Poor lil dude, had his 6 month check-up, a new round of vaccine shots and was subjected to his Father's ineptitude with a thermometer to finish off the week. Yeah, administered not orally or via the armpit: the third option. The duration wasn't a complete wash as we had some quality time with Mom; we juggled lemons, partied in Party Town, took some photos, drank some bah-bahs and celebrated some birthdays. Here's a brief photo summary:
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4 comments:
Those are some nice flannels
Great shots as usaul. Loving the header shot with the birds and the bike.
Where's that kid's flannel?
He barged on the flannel sesh and the only plaid we could find for him was one of my cowboy shirts. Little poacher. The header pic is from a storefront window, some yuppie clothing chain but their window displays are always tough. I've been into birds lately, maybe from watching Winged Migration recently and dodging big-ass Canada Geese all winter. Bird is the word.
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