Some days...

It's just easier to let your kid walk around with a pull-up on his head:


{And yes, I know he'll hate me for this in about 12 years.}

Especially when it provides a good photo op:


Which is ironic since that same day, I looked at my kiddo and thought "Holy Cow, he's all grown up!":


{Don't worry... I checked. He's not all grown up yet.}

Although he's got full-fledged teenager attitude these days. Sigh. This could be a whole other post, but I seriously don't have the energy to devote to it. And once I get past it, I plan to block it from my memory... just like I did with that whole sleep deprivation thing. Let's just say I'm doing a lot of counting to three these days. No matter what this face leads you to believe: