|Alex was bundled up. It was cool out there.|
|My baby boy in the flowers.|
It was nice. We didn't stay too long, there were a lot of people, and we didn't have money to go and spend in the gift shop or whatever. There was a group of Harley Davidson riders there. I will be honest, I just don't get them. Is there some kind of hidden agreement when they buy the bike that they should look as douchebaggy and dirtbaggy as possible when riding it. Even the women look that way. They look like skanky men. They were amongst hordes of families enjoying the tulips, talking at the top of their lungs about crass subjects. This guy with grizzled hair in a ponytail, decked out in chaps and studs and skulls shouted: Tit inspector! Take 'em out! HAHAHAHA. ::eyeroll:: They were a blot of darkness obstructing a river of families and children flowing around them. They took twenty minutes to leave, finding it necessary to start up their bikes and to rev them repeatedly to make as much as spectacle of themselves as possible. I don't get the harley types.
Anyway... on the 17th, my little pumpkin completed his fifth month in this world. I was sifting through my husband's photos, and found these from the morning of November 17th, 2012. Nine-ish. :) Never mind how crappy I look... I was in labour for over 36 hours by the time he came 'round.
|I was tired. So was my baby.|