Friday afternoon used to mean one thing: happy hour.
Times have changed.
|A different kind of after work watering hole.|
|My handsome date.|
|How long do I have before I have to stop dressing him in silly outfits?|
|And now, we have our own kid.|
As a model wife, for his birthday, first, I took his son from him to meet my friend Jen and her kids for a 7 mile stroller run.
|Can you see the quinoa in his hair?|
|Couldn't get enough.|
|They all turn out so beautifully.|
|But everyone knows you need to take the picture from as high up as possible to make it the most flattering.|
|Classic Dalton face. "What's going on over there? Something I need to know about?"|
|Also, his llama sheep changed colors.|
Last monthly picture until his actual, real birthday. All the feels.
There was no real point to this post, other than me living in denial that school starts tomorrow.
Where were you ten years ago?