And, on the eighth day, the good Lord said: Let there be blondes.
And it was. And it was good. * * * * *
Went to a wedding tonight. Baby B was up waaaaay past his bedtime. If this were you or I, that would mean that we would sleep in to make up for it. Not the case with Baby B. In fact, if he gets to bed past the "bedtime window," it's usually a guarantee that he'll wake up even earlier than usual. Figure out that logic.
While I was away reconnecting with my former blonde self today, B fed Baby B some delicious strawberries and bananas. He ain't scared of no mess, no siree.
This is Baby B acting like a dinosaur. Raaaawr.
This is Baby B waiting for daddy to come home from work the other day. Sweet precious.
Happy, happy Saturday.
4 comments:
I LOVE the blonde!!! I'm so jealous I can't wait to have my blonde back!
They made us watch Love Story in religion class in high school, you can imagine the makeup running down my face as I sobbed!
Happy Mother's Day!
love the hair!
and that picture of Baby B pushing on the glass door is absolutely frame-worthy (although it seems that they all are!)
Can I saw I am so with ya on the staying up late, getting up early thing. We were at the beach all last week and every night Baby Faith went to bed at 9, but was up by 6! Ugh! Love the blonde! Looks great!
Love the hair!! It looks great!!
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