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