Now that James is a big brother, we've been expecting a little bit of extra help out of the kid. He's four-and-half and tall enough to reach the buttons on the washing machine--there's absolutely no reason I shouldn't be using him for everything he's worth.
One thing that James has been doing that's proven to be ultra helpful is getting himself dressed. This seemingly small gesture saves me a heck of a lot of time, and a boatload of frustration.
It also keeps life fresh and interesting.
James decided that this Spiderman tank with matching ass shorts was a perfect selection for a chilly night in Maine. Well I couldn't agree more. Besides, this pajama selection gave me a strong and happy flashback to Halloween 2007--and who doesn't want to relive that night every now and again?
Guys, in all seriousness, if you've been reading this blog for any less than two years, you really really want to click that link. And I don't link lightly.
And here's a quick peek at this morning's outfit selection. I had nothing to do with the pop of that collar: