Oh, the family album.
If you’re anything like me, your family album is on the computer. (Courtesy of your digital camera.) I’m working on being more organized—like printing out the pictures. But in the meantime, I enjoy scrolling through my pictures and reliving the memories.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not a person who likes to take a serious photo. If you’re a follower of MMU, I’m sure you figured that out long ago….
So, as I was going through my album, I couldn’t stop giggling when I came across these pictures I took last year. Our family was hanging Christmas lights and my little guy was adamant about helping. He REFUSED to wear his coat. It was a comfortable 20 degrees, but he decided that coats and shoes were for woosies. He wanted to be a “real man”.
I’m a mother, and we moms do not let our kiddos go out into the frigid cold without protection any more than we allow them to wear cloth diapers. Am I right?
Since my little guy wanted to be outside helping daddy with the lights, but refused to wear a coat, I improvised. I didn’t want his little body to get cold and I needed one of those body suits. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I grabbed the nearest coat in the hallway and I zipped him up.
I have never giggled more than when I watched him admire his new outfit.
Check out this cutie….
Holding still only long enough to allow me a snapshot to add to the album, he toddled off with difficulty to go help his dad with the lights.
As I was taking these pictures, several cars drove by. They drove past our house s-l-o-w-l-y.
I’d stare too if I saw a pink coat moving on its own. Seriously, where are the legs on that thing?!
I loved how he stopped to admire the lights daddy was putting up. I highly recommend the body suit thing. Just find a coat that is 10x’s their size and VOILA! They stay warm and toasty. Nor can they run too far—a bonus!
No longer content to just be an admirer, my little guy decided he wanted to help out. Waddling over to the garden with difficulty, he looked like E.T’s relative, moving as stiffly as a garden gnome without knees.
Have you even been to Disneyland and rode the teacups? Have you ever spun your cup madly, trying to get so dizzy you nearly barfed because it was so much fun? (It’s the only time I encourage myself to get nauseated.) Do you remember how tipsy you were after the ride was over, laughing as you tried to catch your balance?
Yeah, my little guy looked like a drunken teacup.
Staring forlornly at all those lights and unable to move his arms, he was determined to help dad anyway. How he was going to maneuver those gargantuan sleeves was anyone’s guess. But how could a one-year-old resist those sparkling lights?
His Christmas lights were equivalent to my chocolate chip cookie.
Temptation is for the weak—and he is SOoOoOo my son. Like a soccer ball balanced on the end of a toothpick, little dude reached down to grab a strand of lights...