ya gotta do what’cha gotta do

Until he remembered what happens when they come in from outside.
His thoughts were something like this…Oh yeah…the warm-up cocoa…
which brought on
this…

{and that little blip of me at the end is from an old video I posted and am now trying to record over. Please forgive}

{and just pretend my storage space office is super clean and orderly}

So. We put on pants and then socks and then snow pants and then a coat and then he added a scarf (of mine) and then a hat (of Daddy’s) and then two mismatched mittens and then boots and then he went out for no longer than 5 minutes and then he was back at the sliding glass door shouting for cocoa.

And I quote, “I want cocoooaaaa, it’s sooo coooold.” (Repeat x 5)

The End.

P.S. All credit for that rockin‘ cool new blog header up there goes to my friend Sarah, who saved me from trying to do things I don’t know how to do by doing them for me because she knows how to do them. And another thank you to the lovely Ann Imig, who came up with a tag line that I love. My heart. My gut. My boys. Indeed. And finally, a photo credit is due–Miles (yes, my very own 5 year old), my photog, snapped this Lego man photo on his very own. He’s a genius.