"Good girls get anything. Bad girls get nothing. Right mommy?"
Clea's first taste of solid food. She seemed to do pretty well at first, however, more went on her than in her mouth. Better luck next time.
"Why is everyone staring at me?"
Well, we knew all along who we would lose the most sleep over. 
Daddy receives a lovely taste of Clea's homemade yogurt.
Mardi Gras 2006
"Hey, I think somebody spiked my milk?"
All pooped out
"I WANT MY MOMMY!!!"
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