The kids were neatly dressed in matching outfits (except Cooper who eschewed the pullover sweater and jeans with a damn sweatpants waistband that seemed like his ideal outfit in favor of a pullover thermal and actual sweatpants) and ready to hit the road to go to a Santa sing along in the Chicago suburbs with Ben's family at 6:30 this morning. Then we got a text saying there was a snow storm and we should stay home.
So we went grocery shopping all fancy (srsly. I was wearing high-heeled leopard booties).
And then we saw Santa.
Cooper without a paci is a different kid-- look-- he actually has a lower face (and SO MANY TEETH-- he might be part shark)