this morning max left the house looking respectable.
we were off to pick up MAMA C from the airport.
in the the onesie she bought for little miss.
go me for planning that so well.
but when you're 8 weeks old and your mom doesn't bring an extra outift in the diaper bag,
you end up coming home like this:
maybe i should throw a onesie in my bag for next time.
it was quite entertaining this way.
still, i can't tempt fate twice.
don't ask me how the tights were spared.
i still have no idea.
in other news...
i saw 4 different types of snow on the way home from the airport.
i must note that on the way TO the airport it was sunny, and the roads were wet like rain.
blizzard and 4-wheel drive 20 minutes later on the way back.