Yeah. I'm talking to you, Mama.
If you EVER want to SLEEP AGAIN, don't try
putting those footed pajama thing-a-majigs on me.
Otherwise I will wake up every hour, screaming in terror as I try
to rip my feet free from whatever it is that is strangling them.
My dogs gotta breathe!
Oh, and if you think of it ... next time you go to the
store can you get me that Blood Orange Soda again? That stuff is
good mixed with breastmilk.
Thanks.
Your** son
(**Not to be confused with Daddy's son, who would NEVER be allowed to have carbonated beverages or fast food.)
6 comments:
Hahaha I love it.
I LOATHED footed pajamas. Dh is always trying to put them on the baby these days, and I do everything to try to convince him not to.
He loved them, and it's a constant battle.
I just caught myself telling the baby I was eating just one more bite of cinnamon bread for her to enjoy later in the breastmilk. It's a wonderful excuse for me to indulge....
ps. I frickin LOVE your blog. That's all : )
oh, my oldest son WIGS out when i put him in footies. too bad cause they're SO CUTE!
Looking back I wonder how in the world I ever slept in those things myself. Too much coverage!!!
love it...I hated them dam things too, use to tear at them at the ankles until they magically were ripped and than had to be replaced...with normal sleep wear..and socks. Socks i could remove if my dogs were sweating, but left on if it were cold...my choice.
Later, Kcoz
Blood Orange Soda and Breast Milk???
I don't think I've ever heard of that combo before...
A sip here ... a sip there.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
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