In my mind I'm going to Brooklyn...

So for the past dos semanas le Buff Meister has been out here in Connecticut to nanny (or would that be nonny?) our beautiful Brooklyn. From her first day here she's had Brooklyn smiling, cooing and gurgling with laughter. Something about Gma's that just does the trick. As for the Epperson clan @ home in Utah, we keep hearing the same thing from the Girls: "Mommy, come home." Perhaps they have grown weary of the french toast, salmon and steak exclusive menu. Brittiny and I have now adjusted to plates of hot brownies (half w/nuts, half w/out), carrot loafs, rice pudding, cinnamon rolls, shredded beef in gravy over mashed potatoes, etc. Needless to say, we're sad to see momilage leave. But since we couldn't extend Mom's contract, Sheree will begin her tour of duty the day after Mom returns to Utah. Brooklyn is feeling like a baby V.I.P.

Here are some recent pics of Brooklyn - maybe all y'alls will get off my back now?

Baby Brooklyn sporting the white cap Aunt Holly knitted for her. I think that the onesie makes her look like a piece of fruit-striped gum:

The first day we left Mom alone with our hot baby, she did her hair up like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday. I googled Ms. Hepburn, and let me say that she appears a lot older than Brooklyn. Oh, she is also deceased. Thanks, Mom, for comparing our baby to a famous old, dead woman. (I did read a court case in my Fed Tax class about the estate tax problems presented by the intestate succession of Hepburn's mansion in Westport, CT - 423 F.3d 235.)

Brooklyn sleeping after a busy evening of filling her diaper.

Brooklyn striking a boudoir pose. Speaking of boudoir, hey Dad, i found a great site for your Halloween cotume: http://www.theboudoironline.com/whatsnew.htm

Nonny loves her Brookers - they even dress the same.