Yeah, looks like we have a little Halloween tradition goin' on. Once Hans sees his costume...he must put it on every.single.day. That polyester has got to be sticky and hot (not to mention flammable), but homeboy doesn't care.
The actual 'name' of this costume is Dragonsaurus, but Meathead calls it "Godzilla." Whatever keeps him from having a 3 year-old mental breakdown, right?
On to Rowan<3, he's 5 months old (time is flying with this babe) and I just started him on baby oatmeal cuz he's hungry ALLLL of the time and he's sucking the life outta me lol. He smiles roughly 18 hours a day, is ticklish, laughs at his derranged brother, and doesn't give a cat's meow about rolling over. We have decided that Rowan is the 'thinker' of the family (Thank God, cuz we need one). One of our weird family hobbies is saying what Rowan looks like he's thinking. Here are a few of the keepers:
"I can't believe I got dealt these cards."
"I'm graduating a year early from high school so I can get out of here."
"I hate you, Hans."
"Really Mom? Why must you always have it on the Hallmark channel!"
"Is Dad ever coming home again?"
"Clovis, New Mexico is the worst place ever."