Happy summer, everybody!
The calendar might not say so, but it is hot, like August hot, here in Brooklyn. We’ll sweat it out, but mercy, June is supposed to be one of the glory months.
Anyway, Dad is still having an iPhoto calamity, so the Tumblr page is slow-going.
To hold you over, here’s some shots of my pal George and I. We went over and hung out with her parents Vann and Julie. Nice folks, Nice place.
Nothing better than close friends is there?
My molars are coming in, so I need to take a snooze.
Untile we meet again…
Hey good people of Earth!
Sorry the Tumblr’s been a little light as of late. Apparently, aliens infested Dad’s computer and things aren’t working as they’re suppose to. (Not too mention the laptop that’s for sale on the streets of Tijuana as we speak… We will never speak of it again.)
Hopefully, it’ll all get fixed real soon.
For now though, take me to your leader.
What’s happenin’ true believers,
Today was the annual Easter egg hunt in Fort Greene Park. It was, wait for it… Eggs-cellent!
I know what you’re thinking… Eggs-axctly!
I found some eggs, hatched a few bunny necklaces, high-fived the big bunny, played with a parachute, and called it a day.
Peter Cottontail ain’t got nothin’ on me.
It was all together an eggs-ceptionally eggs-citing day.
Thanks, Easter Punny. (Bawk! Bawk!)
This is a first here at the home of MollyPop.
All of the pictures were taken by my friend George’s Dad, Vann. He has fancy equipment and knows what he’s doing.
That’s her in the blue. She and I took our Daddies to Prospect Park the other day. It got up to 75-degrees and it was the first day of Spring, so why not?
We saw a few squirrels, ate a little dirt, and got a smidgeon of sun.
Beautiful girls make for beautiful pics.
Happy St. Patty’s Day.
We started our day with swim lessons, then, on our walk home, a WWII veteran gave me an American flag. Later, we went to make sure dad got his green beer; I wore a shirt to ensure I got plenty of kisses.
XXOO, Molly O’Sauer
We’re live at marshmallow cream central, stirring up a grasshopper pie for some lucky lady…
Happy birthday, Mama!
Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucceee!
Dad says this counts as my first Springsteen concert.
Everybody form a line and join me in the E Street Shuffle.
Guess who face-planted off the coffee table this week?
Tears were shed, but it was my fault. No need to call Child Services.
What can I say? The Olympics are coming and I need to stick the landing.
Everybody meet my new cousin Joe!
He’s cute, no? I get to teach him/pass the baton unto/ what it’s like being the baby-est of Sauers.
I can’t wait to meet Joseph Patrick in Mexico; Dad’s been dancing around shouting “namesake” all weekend.
Congrats, Aunt Callen, Uncle Fudge, cousins Miggy and Toto!
