Someone whose name rhymes with men (I wrote pen, but then I realized that my actual pronunciation of the word does not rhyme with her name but rather with an alcoholic beverage) aggressively suggested that I do an Alice Photo Thursday post every week.  I ran the idea past my sister, and she agreed, because she’s a mother and mothers like people gushing over their progeny.  It’s a fact.  It’s like instant endearment to mothers.  So, here you go:

“What’s that?  I’m cute, you say?  I rule the roost, you say?  I’m fabulous, you say?”

Apparently taken just a few moments after the previous photo.  I guess she wasn’t complimented to her liking.  I think it looks like she’s either dancing in rapture or conducting a really awful orchestra.

“Check out my paunch!  It pooches!”

This is a picture from her first bath.  I think she looks like a miniature version of my sister right here.  The other photographs would have required a modesty bar or blurring, but Alice kindly did the job for me in this one.

“I am wearing a romper.  My Aunt Lindsay had to look up what a romper is, because she didn’t know what it is and got tired of pretending like she did when my mama and her roommate said I was wearing a romper.  My Aunt Lindsay also thinks I look like a Mama Clone right here, and she is duly weirded out by seeing a baby version of her older sister.”

“Duck, duck, who?  Duck, duck, me!  Duck you, too!  Ha ha, I quack myself up.”

Because everyone keeps asking for more pictures, and by everyone, I mean Jen does.  She kindly reminded me that newborns change quite a bit in a very quick amount of time, and since I’ve never really been around babies and haven’t paid particularly close attention to the growth patterns of all the online babies all y’all seem to have, I was somewhat unaware of this fact.   So, I am posting several more Alice photos that my sister has emailed to me over the past two weeks and that I have stolen off her Facebook wall.  I cannot be held responsible for overfilling anyone’s weekly cuteness quota.  If you have a heart attack, blame my sister and her husband.  They’re responsible for this.

The roly-poly and her father.  I feel as if this is a much sweeter picture if you imagine they’re watching Gilmore Girls.

I’m not sure whether the matching factor of this picture makes it sweet or creepy, so I’m going with both.  It’s like my brother-in-law holding himself as an infant.

Baby rapper, the MySpace photo.

Baby Godfather subtly giving you the finger.  Alice will make you an offer you cannot refuse.  (Seriously, this child’s angry face is far more frightening than my own.  It’s ridiculous.  She’ll have to teach me how she does it.)

My Ally-Angel looking every bit the angel.

This picture makes my heart swell to about eight times its normal size.  The headband!  The dress!  The subtle little monkey feet!  (Her mama must be gushing with pride over the monkey feet.)  The teeny tiny cuteness!