We ate, played Wii, watched some of Russ's racing movies, and watched the kiddos play. Braden had fun playing with his new friend, Abigail, who's almost one and playing with the Taylor's dog, Baxter.
Braden was having a great time . . .
. . . and then we got mean . . .
In our defense, he was SO STINKING CUTE.
He didn't mind the wigs or the glasses independently of each other. In fact, I think he felt pretty cool in the shades.
But he REALLY hated wearing the glasses and a wig at the same time; it was too much to bear.
The poor little guy was so mad.
Even now I can't help but laugh looking at these pictures. Abigail would not have anything to do with the wigs and Baxter resigned himself to allowing us to put the afro on him.
The poor little guy was so mad.
Even now I can't help but laugh looking at these pictures. Abigail would not have anything to do with the wigs and Baxter resigned himself to allowing us to put the afro on him.
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