I found this romper in Riley’s drawer the other day. He hadn’t ever worn it before, but I decided there was no better time to pull it out and put him in it. This is practically his motto these days. I’m not kidding.
He can be SO crabby these days, but he’s still awfully cute. The cuteness doesn’t make it any easier to deal with the crabbiness, though. Don’t get me wrong: he’s ultimately a very happy little boy. But he can go from smiling to whining in the blink of an eye lately, so the only for sure times he’s completely manageable are when he’s sleeping:
But then there are times like this when he’s most definitely awake and he’s a happy, happy boy:
Of course those times are usually when he’s outside, but I’m trying to come to grips with this obsession of his. However, ask me how I’m doing with it come August.
Again, bleh. I may just have to suck it up, though, to avoid the crabbiness. I much prefer the smiling boy to the crabby boy.
3 comments:
We'll just think of outside with him as sauna time! And he is awfully cute.
He is never grabby he is just thinking of what he should say or do. Precious Hug, Grams
If you need help, I'll take him! ;)
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