Okay, so it's the dog, not the baby, though wouldn't it have been funny if I had been all, no really, the baby's name is Indiana Jones! And they call her Indy, but I prefer the full name, and I don't even know why I'm talking about this (day 5 of my blog-a-thon and I've already lost whatever writing ability I may or may not have had to begin with!).
I have a list of things I want to talk about on the blog, and I know I did it once already this week, but I have to share a response from Robin to seeing these photos: she said the photos solidify that Oliver is indeed an "80-year-old man trapped in a 4-month-old's body." Ha! I looooove the old-man-babies; Franny looked so much like my grandfather when she was this age. And I love that we captured Oliver in his geriatric-baby stage, because I'm guessing the next time I see him, he is going to look more like a baby-kid.