As you may have guessed, I indulged myself in taking plenty-o-pics-o-Caroline. I have decided to bring them to you in a few separate installments, lest I overwhelm you, and lest I lose my mind uploading for hours on end.
[Special note: for those of you who frequent this blog and don't know my family/Caroline, you may wish to tune back in at a later date, as I am a bit smitten with this little one. Fair warning.]
This installment, as you may have gathered from the title, includes photos of Caroline and her favorite uncle. For those of you that may not know Brent too well, it is kind of a bummer that I married a guy who has such disdain for little ones, as you will be able to conclude from the following pictures. [please note sarcasm]
I know I am in this picture, but the rest are just Caroline and Brent, I promise:
This is the definition of mesmerized. She was in love with Uncle B's guitar...and he was happy to appease her.
This series includes some good ol' fashion, rough and tumble floor time. [And I know technically Brent isn't in all of the shots, but you get the point.]