Just when we thought we couldn't dote over him any more, Biggest Brother got the world's most adorable specs this week. I can't stop talking about them and staring at him, telling him he's SO CUTE. And now he can see who is doing all the chattering.
We also bought him a pair of soccer cleats not too terribly much smaller than the Mister's.
But make no mistake: even if he'll read this on his own electronic device, swaps polos and lo-tops with me and looks like a blonde Clark Kent, he's still my baby.
xo
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