And to that I nonchalantly reply..."Oh, um yeah this will maybe probably be our last year..."
We are milking it for as long as we can, and next year and for a couple years after that - she's a lucky duck, because Reggie will be her little partner in crime and she will have a rock solid excuse to still go parading around begging for candy. After all, someone has to escort the little man. Me, all I care about is the chocolate. I'm in it for the chocolate. Everything else will end up discarded. Save the chocolate for Snow White!
A slightly wrinklier...aged Snow White. Like a fine wine.
Sue Sylvester
Baby Dino
Maybe next year, we can convince dad to dress up. Matching Baby Daddy costumes! Yes!
Even better, they should have matching outfits. All the time. No this is not my baby daddy or my baby, but you get the idea.
Yeah, it's never gonna happen.
2 comments:
Somewhere in my mounds of to be scrapbooked is a picture of an adorable little Dodger baseball player with huge brown eyes and curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I love reading your stuff, love enjoying my grands even if it is by wire or wireless, and I love the idea that soon you will at least be "visitable" even if it's only in the snowless season.
I love that picture! Love you mama :-)
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