Renaissance man

Lyla was a cranky pile of baby-rage this evening. Luckily, you can always improve morale at least temporarily by asking her if she has any chicken in her shirt.

Yes, you read that right.




Meanwhile, Julie's mom called to report that she purchased the entire contents of a Western Wisconsin Baby Gap. Grandma is nesting. She says that our young man's wardrobe will reveal him to be a nautical cowboy with a sports obsession.

My boy's already a renaissance man.