My 98-year-old grandmother sat on the floor to play with my zero-year-old baby.
He was charming.
She adored him.
“When I was little,” says Baba…
Not until the year 2113 will he have the chance to hold one so different in age.
What will the world be like then?
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We went down a huge mountain, through a vast forest, peered across a raging river, crossed multitudes of suspension bridges slung across deep canyons, hiked across the great planes, then, on the final hill home, hit Heather’s backyard with an amoeba of children. Here is a photo featuring the Almassalkhi clan’s amazing carry-all contraption: Mommy.
It has been WAY too long since I have taken photos of my baby Iris eating.
WHAT? I DON’T HAVE A BABY NAMED IRIS???
See slightly older baby Iris eating here.
Oh. I now have a little girl named Iris.
It has been two years since I last took a series of photos of her eating at the table!
To where has the time flown?
Tonight, Iris was showing how she can take really big bites of a big fork.
Eggs with sausage and spinach; cream-cheese and sauerkraut on the side.
Multiple refills required for the sauerkraut plate.
Yum.
