Good Morning.
Good Morning, Sweet Boy!
I just love this picture!
1) the tag on his shirt was bothering him, so we just put it on inside out. that way, the tag was on the outside. done. problem solved.
2) it was raining outside, and we had to make a mad-dash to the car so we could go to Memaw's. So, I handed him the hat to wear to keep the rain off.
3) he wanted to pull his shorts up HIMSELF. So, they were a little crooked...but he did it himself!
:)
Labels: Gage
posted by Lainey-Paney @ 7:31 AM
20 Comments:
It's Gilligan!!! He's so cute!
Thank ya dahling!
That's it... I'm going to start dressing like Gage. Not only does it look cute, but comfortable too!
My wife, the wonderful Denver Mom, checked out your blog the other night and found your "Trapes" story adorable! Just wanted to let you know!
He's adorable!
What a face! He is beautiful and makes me want to kiss that face.
You came to see me, now I know where you are as well. As you know from my blog I feel as you do about motherhood.
Nice blog and thank you for visiting.
Your son is beautiful... and I love Christmas too.
I love that picture too. You and I need to hook up for a play date with the boys. We live pretty close to each other.
he is so perfect!
aww, he's so cute! I remember being the same with labels...
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There's just nothing like those early years. Everything is a first. He is one really cute kid.
Awww..... tooooo cute.
Kids... aren't the the greatest gift on earth!
Cute kid! Thanks for visiting and commenting on my blog yesterday!!
Tell him I love the hat!
omg, I heart your son!
Cute photo!
I have to cut the tags off almost all the clothing for my youngest two boys.
What a clever boy to put his shirt inside out :-)
Love that twinkle in his eyes...
Oh! What a doll! LOVE IT!
Well, it's a good thing for them to have a choice in SOMEthing. My kids used to put together some pretty wild things...I figured there was no harm no foul there...but I'm especially partial to hats, what a cutie pie!!
How lovely that you let him have so many choices!
I watch my sisters be so frackin dictatorial with their kids and you know, I just want to tell them to give it a rest, that it won't matter in the end.
I let Liv wear a suit, jacket and tie to kindergarten one day and you should have heard the hoopla. One woman suggested that I was "training" her to be a lesbian.
She wore it once. Once. She just wanted to see what it felt like.
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