When I was first pregnant with Colin, Brad said he wanted it to be twins. While the thought of a two-for-the-price-of-one pregnancy was somewhat appealing, buying two of each baby item wasn't. So, I, for one, was grateful for a single baby. However, Brad's hankering for twins must not have gone away because, when I got home on Thursday night, this was waiting for me:
Beyond realizing that Colin has clearly outgrown his three-month onesies, we took another lesson from all this: with the plunging neckline, Colin looks like he's on his way to ballet lessons. Maybe I'll get a prodigiously talented son after all.
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