Friday Night, Date Night

Friday night, Callie came over. You know this since you saw the previous set of pictures of Callie being Callie (ie, overwhelmingly adorable). But she brought her staff along for the night (someone has to feed her dinner, after all), and Iain's staff also invited a guest.

Callie, of course, does not feel that she should have to supervise, so she turned her attention to Iain's truck. She enjoyed offloading the blocks and beeping the horn.


Meanwhile, the staff discussed current affairs. So long as they provide a tasty dinner and don't insist on early bedtimes, Iain and Callie permit this little indulgence.


Callie's dad, enjoying a respite from sentences like, "Hey! Come look at this diaper!"


Callie interviewed one member of our party, primarily to determine whether she could make him her slave. As you can see, he was entirely smitten, as are we all.

At bedtime, Miss Callie tried to avoid putting on her jammies. They ended up on her head.

FYI: Here's a camera tip. It's hard to take a focused picture of a squealing, giggling toddler with her jammies on her head. Thought you'd want to know.

Coming up: pics of the garden and pictures of Miriam's bridal shower in Louisville. We laughed, we cried, we made crafts with toilet paper. You read that right.