Socks and Undies

I just have to say that I am madly in love with my children and it pains me to watch them get bigger, especially this little dude who seems to climbing right out of babyhood. 

He decided last night that he didn't want to put his jammies on. 

He wanted to hang out in his socks and undies (or diaper in this case) instead. 

Perhaps it was because I hadn't fixed his bedhead from his nap yet.

In my defense, when the temps are subzero and hats are required, nobody needs to fix their hair.

Including me. Ono of my favorite perks about living in Montana. 

So I chased this slightly sneaky looking boy around

while he decided to play with the toy on our fridge that says things like "a cowduck" when you put half a cow and in the front and half a duck in the back. 

Strange, I tell you. 

But oh, that little gut of his just is crying out for some raspberries. 

Then, he had to give his very biggest brother some love which was returned with a giant smile and a laugh.

One of the best and most unexpected blessings of having this little one ten years from our first, 

is watching the way the boys love him. 

Then he had to weigh himself for some particular reason

and all I have to say is that I wish my face looked like that when I stepped on the scale. 

Of course, this was all lots of fun, but I still thought it WAS really time for bath and bedtime.

But, he found his shield, put his game face on

and was ready to do battle. 

But, as you know, mommy always wins.

Bath and bedtime ensued, jammies were finally put on and mommy got to rest. 

Still, it was fun letting him try.