The Beaner was three months old this week (well, last week as it's Sunday night), and I might need a chest cavity transplant, cause there just ain't enough room in there for all that sweet bean love that I gots. She's three times the lovin' of a regular bean. I've whipped up a little pop song for the Bean based on that last weird sentence, and if I can find a free moment I will lay it on ya'll.

Enough with all the fancy words and such, I know you just want more photos.

some more photos from mrs. bean...