The reptilian members of the animal kingdom always grossed me out.
Then I gave birth to Elliot; code name– The Lizard King. And now I’m learning how to love reptiles.
One ill-advised promise later and we’re elbow deep in cricket shipments– fed ex brings 1000 every 2 weeks. Of course baby bearded dragons eat as much as baby-everything-elses. Of course.
Luckily–and unexpectedly– they have a lot of personality.
Lots of personality and very little choice about prop placement.
I mean, c’mon now. That’s just funny.
We even finished their rocking bearded dragon lair– but writing about that is lots of words. Words and formatting and other things for which I currently lack motivation. So instead I’ll just leave you with this:
Really? THAT comment posted? After my other, more serious comments on your other blog posts disappeared into the black hole of the internet??
Sheesh.
Story of my life! 😀
Ok, that’s just hilarious. Those little guys are really cute and they’ve got quite the sweet life–especially considering they arrived in cozy little chinese soup to-go containers. The car shot? Oh that’s funny!!