I Just May Be the One to Blame…

By now, you’ve all witnessed the horror that is The Angry Face:

angry face

While browsing through some old photos a few moments ago, I found one of me when I was three:

morgan angry face

(I swear that smudge on my nose is not a booger. Though, I really wouldn’t be surprised if it was… I was kind of a hot mess. LOOK AT THAT HAIR. Good gracious.)

Childlike joy and happiness is obviously overflowing in this gene pool.

New York Huggies Event – A Small Preview

Since our internet is down at home (FML), it’s going to take me a little longer than I would like to show you all what we’ve been up to the past few days. It’s so good though, trust me!

Just to hold you over, here’s a little preview:


A few things to note:

  • The frazzled young mom
  • The angry baby who smelled like spit up and bananas
  • The amazingly GORGEOUS Angie Harmon
  • The overly-enthused husband… I wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to hold her hand behind me.