Anyway, it's hot out. Not sure how I ended up on that tangent. Probably because my brain is fried by this NINETY SIX DEGREE HEAT.
J, A, and I made a grocery store trip this afternoon. (After I returned from getting my hair highlighted. Love. It.) While we carted 'round the store, A channeled his inner/future frat boy. Polo shirt? Check. Khakis? Check. Baseball cap? Check. And of course, booze. Not that any frat boys I know drink pink wine. In public, at least. (I realize this is the second photo of A with a wine bottle, and I realize it's marginally inappropriate to encourage infantile interest in the vino. It was his idea. And he's just too cute to deny the simple pleasure of gumming his teething gums upon the cap of a cheapo bottle of wine. After I may or may not have wiped it down with an anti-bacterial wipe. Maybe.)
Excuse the poor quality cell phone pictures.
My very cute boys, just being all cute and surprisingly accepting of my aisle nine photo shoot.