Ok… how have we gone this far in life without every bearing a cape?! Deprivation at it’s finest!

Rocketman (Cooper) and Superman (Quinn)

P.S. Thanks to Mimi from Baby Leo (mom sells her blankets on FlyingPeas.com!)

I got news for you, people. Despite the fact that I’m the one who looks like the cookoo bird in this photo with my frog garb head to toe (literally), prada glasses and jammin’ banjo, I’m not the one who’s talking with an Italian accent. No, siree. I don’t know how it happened, but Cooper turned Italian overnight. The speech therapist says it’s probably just him trying to annunciate every syllable, but it’s hilarious. My favorite thing he says is “me like-ah meat-ah-balls.” We crack up every time.

And as for me. I don’t really have an excuse. I just like to put on as many layers and accessories as humanly possible – hats, purses, scarves, necklaces, sunglasses, anything. What can I say… some men just like to accessorize!

Don’t chu judge me (said in the best Joy-from-my-name-is-earl accent).
Quinn

In fact, we were so inspired with our new jammies and laying in our thomas couch/bed, that we laid a big kiss on each other… (see video below – we’re pretty darn cute!).

Seriously the coolest ball pit ever! Quinn and I were invited to our buddy Finn’s birthday party at My Gym and it was OUTRAGEOUS! Quinn actually sat and listened to a book reading (first time ever!) and I frolicked in these balls the entire time (dad says I should never say that out loud). They rule.

Thanks for the invite, Finn!