I'm obsessed with this outfit. The shirt says "Crab Shack" and the shorts are frayed.
He's using my lens cap as a cell phone and he thinks he's talking to Daddy.
Again with the shoe in the mouth.
I just picked up Jackson from MDO, where he got to enjoy CHOCOLATE milk for the first time. He had some intense nasal crustiness going on and very disheveled hair. I was planning on us going to the mall to get him some new tennis shoes, but I thought that his appearance might be a clue that his mood was not mall quality. Either he played really hard or he's in a funk. I mananged not to cry as we said our goodbyes, although Jackson cried when I took a picture of him with his teachers. Once he saw mama, it was time to go, not time to stay and have a photo shoot.
I still can't believe he can get up and down off the couch by himself. Now he knows how good a couch is for napping.