I even came up the original "Sugar Britches"
You think they will fit? "A" is for "Ali", right?
You think I'm kidding, but I was reminded of bloomers this week when TLC aired a reality show on CLOGGING. No joke. I watched and shed a tear for my old Applejack friends. I rocked my petticoat and bloomers entirely too long. I was 17 when I quit. That's about 13 years too long to be doing windmills and heel clicks but good golly I loved, loved, loved those clogging days.
They made a comeback in college. Mostly when I had had too much to drink. And maybe also at my wedding.
Chris came home from his trip to Arizona and went straight to our dresser to make sure I hadn't monogrammed his socks.
I would never! (Wait, monogrammed socks? Now that could work. JK. #obsessedADL)
Coop has been growing like a weed. I'm sayin.
He loves preschool and is learning so much every day! His little lip barely even quivers in car pool anymore. Go Coop, go!
He was strangely quiet yesterday when I put him down for his nap. I snuck in to kiss his chubby cheeks and found him standing at the foot of his bed. Butt nekkid. With a 3 foot mound of clothes around him. He had emptied every stitch of clothing from his dresser drawers. When I asked him what on earth he was doing, he replied "I tee teed on the floor mommy. And the curtains too."
I cleaned up the mess but not before skipping off to the bathroom to check for grey hairs. I had 3.
Slow down little lion, slow down.