mostly because the hubs found a fanny pack in the hall closet and wore it for the entire weekend. he is shown here packing it for our trip to the swimming pool. (and what's a beautiful leather fanny pack without moccasin loafers, really?)
it was also awesome because this happened every day at quarter to twelve. 2 year old dillon would walk up to me and say "i'm tired. i want to hold you." and i would say "do you want to sit with me on the couch?" and he would say "yeth." (he has the cutest lil' lisp on the planet btw i could eat him) and then he would fall asleep on my lap.
it happened every. day.
i want one.
preferably complete with a lisp and a serious set of eye lashes.
the whole gang.