Sunday night when we were changing Bobby into jammies, we noticed this:
New discovery: Bobby likes to put himself in "jail":
Also, try explaining to a 9 month old that, while I understand that you might be happier naked, it's frickin' January:
|We'll revisit the issue in June..|
On Tuesday Daddy got a little "label happy"....
On Wednesday my boy paid me a compliment in the form of a onesie:
|The shirt says "My Mom is a Fox". Super cute!|
On Friday Bobby visited with his other grandmother and his cousin Savannah. He and Savy got along famously. It amazed me how patient she was with his incessant hair pulling.
Friday night we went to dinner with C's cousin Ben and his girlfriend. We always seem to get a hankering for Red Lobster on Friday nights, along with the rest of America. Kinda like I crave Chick-Fil-A on Sundays, the ONE FREAKING DAY OF THE WEEK THEY'RE CLOSED! (End rant). We had a lovely time, and we took a couple pictures after arriving home. This was the best one, if I do say so myself: