I can't get enough bunny hats. I think they are adorable. I know I have boys but all the estrogen flowing through my veins makes me want to buy them.



Quinton has two.
Boston had one.
Randy hates them.
Betcha didn't know that a good bunny hat is actually hard to find. They really only stock the shelves with them this time of year. If you search the newborn baby garb, sometimes you can find one, if you're lucky.
I tossed all of Boston's baby clothes 6 months before Quinton arrived. I was convinced that my persistent need to stock pile baby clothes was not good for the barren woman soul.
I have never so regretted a trip to the thrift store.


Looking to the horizon, Boston is sooo excited about the upcoming Disneyland trip. We probably should have kept it a secret until the week prior as the anticipation is eating him alive.
Randy thinks Quinton and I will be dead weight so we will be staying home. Fine by me.
Maybe I'll go see my Mom that week. At least she will like the bunny hats.