The day after Christmas, the punk asked us to go outside and play. He said, "Mother dearest, I am dying to wear my supercool new coat from Santa, and the fuzzy boots Uncle Michael gave me for my birthday. Can I pleeeeeze? My childhood happiness depends upon it!" So the man and I acquiesced and we all donned our snow boots and walked out into the snow.
Happy wintering to you!
2 comments:
I love the coat! I can't believe how much he walks and gets around. I don't think Kambree will be walking by her first birthday. He is adorable, I can see how easy it is to love him so much.
Why is his coat bigger and puffier than mine?
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