It's true that the boys have pretty much been naked (save a diaper) or in onesies all summer long. It's just too hot and I'm too lazy. And who doesn't love a baby in plain white onesie?
I call this one "Goober One and Goober Two." I can't even look at it. It's too good.
Let's move in for a close up:
I die.
They were eating ice, hence the slobbery chins.
Sometimes I don't even bother snapping the bottoms of their onesies. Laa-zzy.
It's fun that the little boys are getting more involved in stuff. Like scooting chairs up to the counter. It's cute and endearing. It's also really inconvenient. Too many cooks in the kitchen and all that.
Most of the time I'm glad our family is moving onward and growing and maturing. But you know what? I bet I'll be sad next summer when there are no onesie clad toddlers running around barefoot in the kitchen.






