I Do It Myself

Ahhhh the four words I hear repeatedly everyday...I do it myself.  

If I do not heed these words much wailing, leg thrashing, and general unpleasantness follows.  So, I have begun picking my fights.  Winning an argument over matching flipflops is not high on my list.  

Therefore, Owen went to visit Daddy at the fire station last night in the following footwear.

"I am the coolest kid around, rockin' my mismatched "flop-flops"!"

 

Could I please point out that the 2 year old above is wearing a size 6 month tee shirt?  SERIOUSLY!  The boy only grows up.  Resulting in short shorts and high waters or pants that are actually long enough but sag down to his knees. His berry habit and high metabolism do cause him to be speedy but I do not believe he has a future as a linebacker!

Grady was not impressed with his brother or his footwear.  He did seem terrified of the 10 pound helmet his Father put on his head, but mostly just concerned about when his mother would feed him again.  Hey, You don't get thighs like that by being a vegetarian like Owen!

"How am I supposed to look cute when you are so obviously starving me?"

Seriously, how crazy cute are these three?  I am one lucky (tired) girl!