This is the picture I should have posted on Wednesday.  I meant to write a big thing about how I can’t believe the little dude is eight months old, and that’s two-thirds of a year, and he’s huge, and old, and practically driving a car, and yada yada yada, but I couldn’t because approximately 2 hours after taking this photo I lost my camera.  Dave found it when he got home from work – the couch had eaten it.  I think the couch may have had help from a certain eight month old that treats the couch like his own personal playground.

Okay, confession time, I think I might have a slight addiction to dinosaur pajamas.  When I was packing for our WNY Easter adventure I folded 4 pairs of 9 month sized dino-jammies.  To be fair, one pair came from Aunt Stacy for Christmas, but the other three pairs were all my fault.

And since we’re just laying it all on the line here – it’s not just pjs.  If you look at the pictures I did post on the 31st (all of which came from my cell phone since my camera was still MIA) Adam is wearing a dinosaur shirt.  Not just a dinosaur, a dinosaur on a motorcycle!! The cuteness – it burns!!

So there you have it.  I like dinosaurs and so I force my child to wear a lot of clothing with dinosaurs on them.  I figure I should take advantage the fact that he lacks the coordination neccessary to dress himself, when he’s 15 I doubt he’ll let me put him in a T-Rex top.  That doesn’t mean I won’t try though – I mean what if it was a T-Rex on a skateboard??  That’d be cute right?  I mean cool, that’d be cool, or something.