This is a dance Quinne choreographed all by herself. It's called the "Jigglepuff" and it's so much creepier in person. She looks cuter because she's aware she's in front of a camera, but normally she puts her head down and lets her hair in her face and does this evil grin thing.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
facial hairs

I like, love, love, love Picnik. I lost photoshop when we updated our family computer, and I recently discovered the stickers option!
So all those pictures Quinne takes of herself on our phone and the camera can be put to good use. Mustaches! And beards, on every one. I could probably make a gallery with that theme.
I wish I could get this enlarged and frame it for her room because it's great.
Monday, June 15, 2009
quinnezilla
One of the most noticeable things about my sister and I is our contrasting heights. I have always been taller than her, except for probably the last two years. She's had an unusual amount of growth in her legs lately.
So anyway, I'm 5'5" and Quinne is 5'10" (or 5'9" if you ask her).
Here is a picture of me trying to pick up Quinne, but her legs have practically doubled mine in length, so it's very difficult.
(sorry we look so gross, we were reclining in our pajamas when this happened)
Monday, June 1, 2009
Consequences
Quinne made me a deal that if I did my baby cry for her, she would brush my teeth for me.
These are the consequences of making such a deal.
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