
Here's proof that winter has made it to the lowcountry. I know...our versions of icicles are pretty pitiful, but I think they're the first I've seen after living here for 4 years. That has to count for something. The script is too small in the picture above the the arrow is pointing to the "Bluffton Icicles".
This is Finndorable doing his Tummy Time. For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, it's what parents are guilted into doing to their screaming child 30 minutes a day for them to strengthen their back, arm, neck and all other upper body muscles. Finn's getting pretty good at it. Although, he is a fan of the side-roll/hand-in-mouth move. I figure our days of Tummy Time are numbered. He'll be rolling over more and more and have nothing to do with it soon.
Last night I found this hat to wear on my date with Mr. Jump Rope. My friend, Jen, and I battled the arctic temperatures and braved a fierce workout in the driveway. Jack found the unfamiliar cold weather gear to be quite entertaining as you can see. John said he looked like MushMouth from Fat Albert, and I'd say that's a good call. If times are too tough this year to purchase a Halloween costume, I think we might pull this South of the Border sweatshirt, orange pants and hat out of the closet for a nice hobo ensemble. Thanks to Jackie for the contribution of the sweatshirt. It's one of our favorites.
This is the milk-in-cheek face that Jack does when he's drinking. It's been the start of many battles with him because sometimes the next step is letting the milk fall onto the floor, his face and anything else in his path. Fortunately, this time, he swallowed.
1 comment:
love the outfit!
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