The Spaulding genetic domination continues.

My parents spent their Fourth in the hot-as-blazes Sonoran desert, god bless 'em. And seeing as my mom is better in terms of sending me picture of my cute nephew than my brother is, I figured I'd post a visual update. I think it's been since Christmas since any of my blog readers have been able to take a gander at the adorableness that is Will Spaulding.



Rumor has it that Will is being coached to call my dad "Pee-paw!" I shouldn't laugh. But I do!






Here's my brother, pretending to be a French, beret-wearing guy, pretending to be a big ol' American flag-waver. Not a very convincing disguise. But Will's feet are adequately dangly.








Don't these pictures look hopelessly empty without me in them? Oh, Desert! Oh, Family! How homesick I am for all of you!