A couple of days ago, Dekker got home pretty late, and I was whisper chatting with him in the chilly basement while he got ready for bed. The kid just kept on talking, oblivious to my visible shivering in my little jammie shorts. I finally reached into his pile of discarded clothing on the floor and put his pants on. And while they did not fit comfortably, they did fit 😳😅 We both laughed HARD, and Dekker asked for my phone to take a picture of me.
We commemorate weird things over here 🤷🏼♀️
Now to today, where the plan was to finally set up the house for Christmas. I bought Brady some funny Christmas tshirts to wear to work on the Fridays this month, and he wanted to wear today the one he wore to work yesterday. I decided to wear one of his other ones 🙂 Just for fun. So as we quietly snuck out of our room this morning, careful not to wake the babies, I reached down and grabbed his shirt from yesterday off the floor before closing the door behind us.
Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was mine.
Hey Brady. I can see your nipples. Uuuuunmistakably.
We laughed pretty hard, hahaha! Might’ve woken the kids. It was worth it. We took our selfie and then I immediately retrieved his shirt for him. But man. It was SO funny.
I wonder whose duds I’ll wear tomorrow 🤔 The morsel has style…