After weeks of deciding what would be the perfect costume for the beautiful one, I finally decided that Mon, Dad, and Baby would be the Rubbles. You know, of the Flinstones. Luckily Grandma sews, and has made my crazy wishes come true for, what? Twenty one years...give or take 10. Anyway, so the above evidence that my son was born to play this role. Do know, that of the 300 plus pictures we took on Halloween, this was the only one with a smile.
The Storm after the storm was our very first cold. Stay tuned, we are still riding out those waves.