No, that's not a typo in the title. It's referring to my little model in the sexy red snow boots. He wants to wear them every day. First thing in the morning he comes downstairs and says, "boops." I don't mind him wearing them all the time (I'll probably be the mom who lets him wear swim shorts with snow boots), but I did finally hide them because I got tired of him taking shoes on and off all day long. This is what I hear nonstop: boops, soos, boops, soos, boops, soos (boots & shoes). He can take them off, but then he needs help putting on the other ones. The Mr. Rogers routine was driving me batty.
These pictures are of Lance trying to look at the back of his Elmo undies. He was like a puppy chasing his tail. And I especially love those chunky little legs! :)
Here's a Daily Dose of David for ya. David: Lance gets his thick thighs from you, Rachel. Now I'm aware that my thighs are not slender. In fact I am very aware that they are thick, but couldn't that just be something that is never talked about? I wouldn't mind him saying that Lance has my eyes or chin or something, but my "thick" thighs? Of course we know where he gets his thighs, but do we have to say it out loud? What was my response when he made this statement? First, I laughed out of shock that he just commented on the size of my thighs, and then I called him some names that I can't repeat on my blog--except jerk, I did call him that. :) And then David says, "What? It's the truth." I'm wondering if he is unbelievably brave or just exceptionally stupid. Okay, in all honesty, I'm really not offended by David's statements. Actually, David informed me afterward that he is happy that Lance got my thighs. Um, I had a good laugh & left it at that. As for my big jerk of a husband....I still love him and the crazy things he says & does.