He can Snuggie with the best of ‘em.
Yes, I’m using Snuggie as a verb.
He sleepwalks into our room between about 5-6pm and continues his slumber between me and my husband. This week he’s had a thing about having his head as close to his daddy’s head as possible.
Ready to help me bake coconut banana bread.
He always needs his “hat” and his “helmet” to ride his trike.
Ever since he was a baby, he’s looked so snobby in his slumber.
That is the boy. Our boy.