February 10, 2012

Remy in Stripes

Not the prison kind.

Though most days, especially if it's cold and snowy out and we're not going anywhere, I don't even fool with "real" clothes for him. We're all about the footie pajamas.

When I do try to get him really dressed, he does only what I can describe as the "alligator death roll."

It looks quite similar to this.

He's impossible. But he's dang cute.


Today, I made pecan pralines in my bathrobe at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

I blame pregnancy.

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