Monday, November 26, 2012

There was a time ...

... when I thought that I wouldn't get pregnant.  My body seemed to conspire against me.  And although I found myself saying from time-to-time that it would be OK if I didn't have children, I found myself going through the baby clothes section in Target and finding outfits that I would buy on clearance and hoard away in the event that my ship came in.

A year ago, I was unaware that I was gestating a little bean that is now an ornery, snuggling, teething, drooling, smiley, lovable little hunk of boy named Ian.  He has his daddy's eyes and his mommy's temper.  And both parents enchanted with his "miles and miles of smiles."

And those little outfits weren't bought in vain.

Why yes, this is a Pink Floyd onesie.  Why do you ask?
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date to kiss those lovable little cheeks ad nauseum.


3 comments:

Deb said...

GREAT purchase. Of course you couldn't pass up a onesie like that! And he rocks it...

Anonymous said...

I'm soo happy it worked out well for you.
He couldn't have found better parents.
Lots of fun and clothes shopping ahead.
Remember those feelings on the days were you feel if you have to wash any more small clothes you'll pull your hair out.
It's work but lots of fun.
Gina

Laurie Byrne said...

The Pink Floyd onesie is awesome...but not quite as awesome as your little bean. :)