What a fab Misbehaving Tuesday. No work, no worries, just lunch with my family, including my cousin who was visiting from Arizona with her adorable kiddo.
Kiddo is awesome, and super smart for a fifteen-month old. We were talking during lunch, and he told me that, “Hmmm. Dah!” I know! I was shocked, too. Love that kid.
I took a bunch of pictures, but most of them were blurry due to his constant movement. He is one busy guy – who can blame him when there are straws and napkins and pieces of french fry everywhere? But there is this one of my cousin, kiddo, and me, and it makes me happy even though I look goofy.
Also, today someone asked if we’re sisters, which is funny because we never, ever looked anything alike. But, after thirty-five years I think the Flax DNA has finally taken over.
Oh, and of course with it being Misbehaving Tuesday and all, I had to wear Misbehaving shoes. Sometimes misbehaving just comes down to the shoes – a cute pair of shoes always make me feel a little, oh, let’s just say sassier, and every time I look down they serve as a reminder that even when I am doing things like having brunch and doing laundry, misbehaving is just a step way and mischief is always afoot (ha). The ones I wore today are the ultimate misbehaving shoes; in fact, it says “misbehave” right on the box.
