Hi.

Here's the kiddo playing the maracas from Great Uncle Rod and Great Aunt Dalia! And he'd wearing a sporty outfit from Auntie Ceil, too. I tell him to enjoy the designer clothes he has now because they were all gifts and he probably won't be wearing expensive stuff again until he's old enough to get a job and buy it himself. Okay, maybe we'll be a little easier on him than that. I never had the coolest wardrobe growing up. My strategy was to wear plain t-shirts (NO patterns) and jeans (NO embellishments) and that way people forget to point out that you're NOT wearing those stupid M.C. Hammer pants and Bugs Bunny wearing baggy pants and bling t-shirt. Pat says he had the hyper color shirts. He must have been so cool, wowies. I did have a Skidz t-shirt. It was purple with the yellow street sign on it that shows a car skidding. My grandma got it for me for my birthday after I had to explain to her repeatedly that, yes it's in the boy's section of the department store, and yes it's for ME! But grandma got it for me and just shook her head about it. More recently, Pat's grandma asked me, "Did the dog get ahold of your pants?" I was wearing weird denim cut-off bermudas that are a little pre-worn. It was really embarrassing. The fact that I wore them at all was embarrassing but you know with the right shirt they weren't that bad. Pat teased me a lot for that one. Happy January!