Colin's shirts seem to be forever covered in drool. Or spit. Or both.
I got tired of his forever wet shirt, so I just wrapped him in a blanket and called it good. He didn't seem to mind.
He was still a little ornery when I got the camera out, but I was so proud of myself for actually putting clothes on him that I took pictures anyway.
I was going to rotate these before I posted them, but then I decided I was too lazy.
Colin hanging out with his zucchini friends. This is what happens when I don't go check the garden for a week because I'm sick.
On Saturday we put on his football onesie so he would be ready to watch lots of football with me. (Since BYU wasn't playing he was okay to be in generic football gear.) Even though this is a 3-6 month size, the legs are still too short. My baby's not built like a baby.
After he soaked that outfit, and Nate and I decided to go out on the town, Colin got to wear new clothes. (New here meaning new for the day. Not new like just purchased.) I put him in his cousin Mason's USU shirt because he's not allowed to wear it next week when USU is going to be creamed by BYU. (And speaking of BYU, way to go Cougars! Ranked number 7 and still going strong! I like not playing and still moving up!)
What a crazy kid. Granted he'd look a lot less crazy if I had taken out the red eye, but once again I was too lazy.
USU is a good school, and we like it, just not when they're playing against my Cougars.
Colin's got the whole "keep your head up when you're on your tummy" thing down. If only he'd learn to roll over now...
I guess that's all for now. I can't remember what else may have happened this week. I pretty much can't remember anything that happened more than an hour ago. I think that when I don't sleep my memory is the first thing to go, but I can't remember if that's true or not...