White Trash

Looking over today’s pictures, two words, and two words only, came to mind. White Trash.

It’s February and nearly 80 degrees outside, but dressing a baby isn’t like dressing yourself. Grabbing a pair of last year’s shorts, would have been a Newborn size. I realized today – on this warm, sunny February day – that my son has no shorts. I thought maybe, White Trash Rules don’t apply if you’re in the privacy of your own backyard???

Once inside, James of course read some books with his new Justin Bieber hairdo. (Which is so not WT, by the way, and so in right now.)

His new obsession lately is trying to get to this lamp (that I’ve had since college, and would LOVE an excuse to get a new one!) It’s blocked by the couch, the staircase, and his basket of books. However, today I caught him wedged into the corner to get to it. Just to turn it on. And turn it off. Over and over again. God love their simple, little minds.

Then to notice, he was one foot deep in my purse. Hope my sunglasses weren’t in there.

Nothing like an ice cold beer to top off a White Trash day. That’s right, James tried his first sip of Daddy’s beer today. (Judging eyes, you’re not welcome here.)

Every time Justin has a beer, James tries to get it. Climbs to it, wines, begs, stares, licks his lips, you name it: He lets us know he wants it. So we thought we’d give him a little taste.

He won’t taste anything without touching it with his finger first.

He took a sip (that mostly landed on his bib).

And that was all it took.

I don’t think he’ll be begging for beer anymore.

Hope you enjoyed our White Trash Day as much as we did. :)