Everything She Knows I Taught Her

I would like to submit the following as proof that Anna is, without any shadow of a doubt, Mike's daughter. Not that there were really any questions, but this pretty much seals the deal.

The quality isn't the best, but hopefully you get the idea. Anna really, really likes Baba Ganoush.

If that's not enough evidence for you, please take these pictures into consideration:

Anna is extremely insistent on feeding herself. As you can see, she does an excellent job.

And I shall proclaim this "The Summer of Constant Bathing".

Do I have something on my face?

On a completely different note, I would like to show these pictures as proof that there may, in fact, be hope for me yet:

Lighthouses, be gone!

You can't tell from these pictures, but all the boxes are gone and the scrapers are back to their permanent homes in the garage. Now, all that needs to be done is a little painting. So, by my calculations, that should be done within the next, oh, eight to ten months. In all seriousness, though, I almost feel even worse now that it's done, because the whole job took me all of an hour and didn't even suck that much. For over a year, I looked at wallpaper I hated because I couldn't find an hour to scrape it off. Which means that all the other annoying tasks on my to-do list probably aren't that annoying after all, and I should just stop whining and do them already.

First up? Scraping baby-flung yogurt off the ceiling...

Happy Monday!