Just who told this little guy that it was ok to grow up?
I mean, really, stop it already. He is just too cute, and I am already imagining my heartbreak when he learns that his friends are way cooler than hanging out with his mom. Then, there will be girls cooler than the friends that are cooler than mom...and oh.my.gosh. I just got bumped down the list in a span of a few years. Heartbreak.Seriously.
See, refusing to sit in the booster = growing up...and yes, it is perfectly acceptable to eat your breakfast without pants.
Ahhhh, seems we are not too mature to stick our hands in our cereal bowl.
This is my upholstered headboard I made. In a day! Granted, the universe aligned just so the boys both took their nap together so I could actually complete this project, thank you universe.
There is the baby I made, propped up against the headboard I made, and he likes it. He told me so.
Apparently, if you pull the hood over your face, Mom can't see you playing in the bassinet that you are just a smidge too big for.
