That’s what he says when he sees a picture of himself crying.
Watching Nemo and eating lunch. Don’t judge me.
We took Bode to the park every night for 2 weeks right before bedtime. He loved it! The nights I was doing hair, Clint took him. I’m so glad we did while we could because now it’s so cold.
The beard was getting pretty long. Clint likes to play with it and it’s funny. He did have a mustache for a few days but I’m not posting the picture. That would be like a reward for the bad behavior, right? At least this time it was just for good luck on a fishing trip that weekend.
Clint was fly fishing a different weekend and Bode kept asking me if he could go to the park. I didn’t have any makeup on and I was wearing Clint’s big baggy hoodie and some sweat pants that are too big and sag on my bum. (Everyone has some, right? Please say yes.) My hair was a mess but I thought hey, the kid wants to go to the park! I wouldn’t stay long anyway and who was I gonna see? I ran into 4 people and talked to every one of them.
Bode had fun and I guess that’s all that matters.
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