Only my Boys

Here's what happens when;

a. you give an 8 month old a stick of butter to 'hold'




b. your husband leaves you a surprise in the dish washer

MoaCW

Mr. Holt (that's my buddy's pseudonym) went to a gala New Year's Eve party, of which I did not, and he woke up between a random girl and being spooned by his best friend.

What a giggle monster!!

what a dummy conehead!

Melon and I have certain terms of endearment that I don't feel as though the 'normal' person would understand. He flirts like a third grader and name calling is pretty much essential. On the other hand, my quirkiness picks up another level. Here's what I call the 'dummy conehead'. It was brought to life by my husband wearing a particular sweatshirt. In the morning he'll give me hugs and kisses before going to work. As he is leaving the last thing I see is his conehead, as demonstrated by me!



I look like a snowman.