That is how my son says “privilege”. He earns them and loses them on a minute to minute basis and I chuckle every time he says it.
Yesterday he earned a pwiblige by being a good boy and not crying during his haircut. I guess it was more of a bribe, but it got us through the haircut…and that was all the mattered to me at the time.
This was the prize for being a good boy….his name is Monty (and his brother Max), but I wish you could hear my son say it….Moooounty.
These are a few snapshots from back in January. The ones of my son make me laugh seeing how long his hair was. He just got it cut today…never a simple task, but 2 adults, one stylist and one redheaded child later, we made it out of Fantastic Sams alive.
Oh…and the spoiler is for those of you who thought my super hot husband was only in his early twenties!
That is a present for my husband, not my son, in case you were wondering.
I sure do have a lot of friends and family members who are pregnant!
Today I had the pleasure of hanging out with my fabulous photographer friend Nicole to do a maternity session here in Lansing. I have to admit I was nervous photographing a photographer, but she is so much fun and has the BEST attitude and laugh, so she made it extra fun. You should have seen all the on-lookers. It was like they had never seen a pregnant woman before.
This one is for Nicole’s 2 year-old son who apparently LOVES the billboard in the background.
Thanks Nicole! I can’t wait to meet little Hudson!
