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I went home this past weekend, for the last time in I think a very long time.

I got to see one of my favorite boys off for prom.

We are a dream team.

Taught my favorite mini-me nephew how to bake strawberry shortcakes.  (And by "taught to bake" I mean, propped him up on a stool next to the counter and watched him scream with glee as he pressed his face to the side of the mixer and the whipped cream splattered his face.)

I mean, just look at his faux hawk-- how can I not be in love?

Visited with another one of my favorite boys for the first time since he was born.  Call me biased, but I think my best friend has the cutest babies.


It should be noted that approximately two seconds after this photo was taken, Nathaniel threw up all over himself.  It should also be noted that this only happened after I turned him away from me.  Thus I attribute his slightly pained expression here to the holding in of his little baby vomit so as not to spew all over my cashmere v-neck.  Clearly manners are already his forte, little dear...

And that's what he has to say about that!

Trying the "anti-pap" face on for size.

Baby, baby.

Okay, enough of my favorite boys (just call me Mrs. Robinson)-- I also found a few gems in the old family photo album...

My (third? fourth?) birthday party with my best friend.  For the record, hers is the gorgeous baby you see above.  Yeah.  I can't believe we've been friends this long, either...  But I'm SO glad.

Less than a year old, with Dad, Aunt Nannette, and Mom...  Can you believe how cool my aunt is?!

I also found proof that my love for all things domestic started young...  Baby Betty Crocker, in tha' HOUSE!

And there we have it!

Oh, and one more thing...  I got a new job that starts on Wednesday.  You might want to keep an eye out for a new six foot blonde on Sunday nights... :-)