Last weekend, we made our way down to South Georgia to my parents house. There is absolutely nothing more relaxing to me than being at my momma’s house. I don’t know if it’s just being taken care of by my parents, or the slow pace of small town living, but it’s pretty magical in their little town.
Little man hammed it up for everyone at the theater. They wanted to add him into the show, but decided his “hey girl, hey” onesie and Converse weren’t quite fitting with the 1900’s clothing theme.
My little sis works at a boutique doing all their monogramming and vinyls. I drug her into the store on her day off with a laundry list of things I needed.
One was this shirt to wear to opening day of baseball. Complete in NY Met colors!
I guess we do it because they flash these grins and pretend none of the crazy ever happened!
I love that he has a baseball in his seat with him and it never fails on long car rides I always end up having to straddle the carseat to nurse one to sleep! Peace and quiet while the babies sleep is the best way to travel, this is why we typically try to drive at night time – tired parents is way better than aggravated parents with bleeding ears:)