“Hope is the gay skylarking pajamas we wear over yesterday's bruises” - De Casseres
Ok, that's mostly a great quote because I would totally love me some gay, skylarking pajamas. I don't know what that means but it sounds darned festive!
We have a high of -1 degrees today where I live, and it's currently -9. That's Fahrenheit, of course. In other words, no way are Maeve and I going outside today. I have very high hopes my choir practice tonight will be cancelled.
But staying home in chilly weather means just one thing: pajamas! Is there anything more fun than kid pajamas? Don't you wish adult p.j.'s were as cool as all kid pajamas are?
Today Maeve is sporting her dinosaur footie pajamas, which are admittedly her cutest ones. She's had so many cute p.j.'s already in her life, one of her nicknames actually came from one of her first pair of p.j.'s - her ducky pajamas. To wit:
|These are why we call her BabyDuck|
They're all so snuggly and snoozy, it's nearly unbearable. Who wouldn't want to be wrapped in mind-blowing, fuzzy cuteness every night? You'd think babies would sleep better, really.
Today I'm in my Rainbow Brite hoodie and snowflake flannel pants, and I ain't leavin 'em. I bet later on, Maeve and I will have a pajama dance party.
|Baby, it's cold outside|