Little man Tripoli is growing up, as all babies are wont to do (“…are wont to do…”? I think I’m living in the wrong century. I say good people, have you seen my monocle?).
He’s got this funny little patch of hair beneath his chin that looks like a metal player’s goatee to me.
Am I right?
Once upon a time, my dad drove by some funny looking animals standing on little dirt hills in a field. Thus, the dream of an alpaca ranch was born. Now, we are embarking on a grand adventure of raising alpacas and becoming fiber artists.
And yes, he’s looking rather disreputable!