…but I couldn’t resist acquiring a lovely knit hat for Schnickelfritz. Much too warm right now for her to wear it, but dang it, she’ll be cute this fall and winter.
Only thing I can see to do would be to anchor some ribbon straps so she can’t rip it off her head so quickly. For some reason, the speed of which she rips a hat off her head is directly proportional to the amount of enjoyment I derive upon seeing her in a hat.
Why *is* that?
Suddenly, I have a desire to wear a straw cowboy hat, ala Kenny Chesney.
Also. I want a mojito. And I want to sit on a beach somewhere. Neither of which have anything to do with an infant-sized knit hat.
My babies wouldn’t keep hats on, either, and I lurves me a baby girl in a hat! (That’s a cute one, BTW. Good luck…) And I am sooooo with you on the mojito’s on the beach. Which is where I should be right now. Not that I’m bitter…I grew chocolate mint last year and made mojito’s to die for. Haven’t had one yet this year – a situation I may need to rectify before the weekend is up.
I’m going to go pretend it’s the beach out in my backyard. I’ll sit on my hot patio with my feet in my baby girl’s frogpool while she plays in the water.
I have no mojito fixins, so I’ll have to just stick with an Arnold Palmer.
D: Make it a Tom Arnold for gosh sakes.
Swine: What’s that? Iced Tea + Lemonade + Street-grade Cocaine?