Today Eliza was crying again. She didn’t cry as much. But when she did cry, I snapped some photos of it like a good dad should. LoL. No comforting her or anything, only photographing! Ha. She’ll be glad I did, when she’s older. I wish I had several thousand photos of me when I was younger. I don’t. It wasn’t as easy way back then to make that many photos. You’d of had to have been filthy stinkin’ rich.
Eliza cries in black and white also. She always looks better in it. Almost everyone does.
One thing that almost always fixes crying Eliza is milk. She loves milk.