This Tuesday we made it our mission to get out of the house in the morning to get some fresh air. Promptly at 3:30 pm, we were ready and decided to brave the post-inauguration crowds and the cold and head to Old Town for a little walking around.
After wrapping Owen in every piece of clothing we had, we stuffed him (and me) into the baby Bjorn and headed out; fast as a herd of turtles.
Dad, styling with the Baby Bjorn Classic, here shown in elegant black.
Family photo. he's really cute in this one. Trust me.
Spicy cheese soup + baby's head = LOUD NOISES
(note: baby was not harmed or even slightly touched by the soup. The napkin was me wanting soup and not wanting to wait for Dayna to fish a bib out of the baby bag for his little noggin.)
