freaks

I looked over and saw this. I mean... I can't even try to defend what's happening.

Socks found here.

Just a small example of what happens when his dad feeds him breakfast.

Hat (and gloves) set here.

Dapper bib.

And this is what it looks like when I feed him... ha. Day and night. 

Mike overdresses him, I put him in just a diaper (there's only so many stains of solids I can wash).

[I have to admit I may have sent this out to a few close family members with the caption, "Excuse me while I shadoob / Hold that thought, I need to poop.]

We had a little double date slumber with Mike's best friend, Drew, and his girlfriend.

This is why we both are with partners who cook because all we do is goof off and drink wine while dinner is being prepped.  So thank you, to our loves, you're the best.