sleepy baby love.

There's something about a sleepy baby.  Hold up, let me rephrase that.  I'm not talking about an overstimulated, back arching, "go the eff to sleep" baby.  I'm talking about a pleasantly drowsy, cuddly, smells like lavender little baby.

Anyway, there's just something about a sleepy baby.  Owen out grew all of his footie pajamas because is is super duper tall.  We went to the Carter's outlet and pimped out his peejays.  Apparently dog pirates are really "in" this year.  I don't have a picture of those jams yet.  In the meantime, check out these new jammy jams.

Here is our little baby cuddling with us.

Now I'll log off and listen to Owen screaming and gnawing on his crib.  Motherhood.  G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.  (Sang like Fergie Ferg)