I'm stil cool . . . er . . .right?

I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".

Monday, February 23, 2009

They heart their bro

The Beckster just get's used as a toy. They actually try to entertain him, but he's too little to know that he's being entertained. At least they make him comfortable.

Here they planned on tying a rope around themselves and pulling him in the basket

What's a man's man without his fluffy hot pink pillow?

And the best Taxi Ride

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: I really don't believe in exploiting children by getting them "into the business" but seriously, you do the world a dis-service by not marketing Becks ridiculous cuteness!; February 23, 2009 at 6:35 PM
Sheri said...: I love how Josie's whipping a jump rope inches from his face and you're not freaking out. How's that Vicodin?; February 23, 2009 at 7:01 PM
Snarky Belle said...: Everything about this post is fantastic!! I mean it. :)
Love it!; February 23, 2009 at 7:39 PM
Anonymous said...: I love the Christmas tree.

You are so lucky to have such a happy, content baby!; February 23, 2009 at 8:21 PM
Sheri said...: LOL! I didn't even notice the Christmas Tree! That is funny!; February 24, 2009 at 10:42 AM