I know I just said on Friday that I didn’t want a bunch of baby stuff in my house and that my kid needed nothing but love to be happy, successful and actualized but after the beautiful shower that Matt-n-Chris held for us this weekend, I’m going to revise that slightly. I’m so glad that this boy now has:
A Walter the Farting Dog book from uncles Dwight-n-Brian:
The three foot stuffed Kangaroo from uncles Brian-n-Joe that is currently in the living room freaking the dog out:
Or the ridiculously adorable, bring-down-the-house-with-oohs-and-ahhs, Burberry footy jammies that M-n-C bought for Little Man when they were in London. (Did I mention the matching bib and rattle? This will be his Christmas photo ensem. The trick will be getting him into it, getting the shot, and getting him out of it before he puts anything from his little body on it.)
He is going to be such a sharp dressed guy for the first year of his life thanks to all of our generous and stylish friends, but in year two? I’m going to be dragging his screaming ass through Target in a juice stained hand-me down Bob the Builder t-shirt. Very sad.
Um, not to worry! We'll make sure the boy is decked out in FAB style!
You may have heard that Matt has fabulous taste!
cjd
Posted by: cjd | July 21, 2004 at 02:56 PM