Lately, I've been feeling guilty with my recent parenting. No, I'm not hitting my child, or locking her in the car while I run errands...no, it's something far worse. Today my child is officially 11 weeks old and you know what I've completely neglected to do, and which will most likely scar her for the rest of her life? I never once...how do I say this...I never...please forgive me...put a snow cap on her, took off her diaper, wrapped her in a blanket, placed her in a tin bucket in the middle of the forest and took her picture. There I said it. I never did it. I know, I should be calling protective services on myself, but you must understand. One, I just couldn't find the right snow cap that said, "I was born in September and will be a pure delight for the rest of my life," and two, I don't have a forest to use. I live at the beach people...the beach! So, until I find the right bucket and hat, please forgive me. And Avery, please don't hold it against me when all your friends have their bucket pictures.