I love food. there are no two ways about it – if you can eat it, i’m there. so it was only logical that one of these days I would cut out the middle mum man and go straight to the source…
hit me up mr. fridge-man
^^wearing tigger dressing gown from grandma^^
how can I not be pleased with myself after my recent meteoric achievement?!? today, for the first time ever, i threw caution to the wind and with wild abandon i slid down my slide unassisted. just to please her and make her feel needed, I let mum stand at the bottom and think she was catching me, but i really didn’t need her there.
ahh, i’m lovin’ being a big boy.
^^wearing: Ralph Lauren rugby shirt and sweatpants^^
and now to a day that totally was all about me – my first birthday, complete with photo booth, cake smash, slide, swing and american candy buffet. i guess you did okay mum and dad, you’ll do for another year.
who were uncle b and aunty red kidding, their wedding wasn’t about them – it was all about me and how pimp i looked in my suit. wouldn’t you agree? but I guess the bride and groom scrubbed up alright too…
just kicking back in bed in the middle of the day watching ‘bob the builder’. the only thing that could possibly make this scenario better would be some hot chocolate and sultanas. garçon…
wearing my hand-knitted owl beanie, sweater from baby gap and green skinny jeans from dymples at big w
every day is gonna be like this now that I’m one, isn’t it? because you couldn’t possibly mean to tell me that I will not always be the centre of attention, get a whole pile of presents and have an entire cake all to myself. I just don’t think I could handle things if life went back to the way things were yesterday, I’m one now you see, so mum and dad, you had better up your game.
mini fashionmaster 