Tuesday, January 28, 2014

George Moment #6

So now that we have eleven o'clock church not only are we finally able to function and actually go to church (nine o'clock sucks hardcore; I'm fairly sure that no new parent is able to fully attend more than one hour of nine o'clock church.  And that they're always late.  ALWAYS), but we're also able to do mornings a little more relaxed rather than rushed.

George takes the relaxation seriously because this past Sunday morning we were attempting to get him dressed to go eat some breakfast since he had peed himself in his pajamas (we need to get nighttime diapers or like not-cheap-o diapers, apparently), and he literally refused to allow us to put pants on him.  As you can see, he ate breakfast pants-less.  Which means he won that battle.




Mostly this just proves that George is absolutely my kid, because I'd be doing the same thing if my dad hadn't forbade me from walking around the house in my garments.  It's "disturbing" he says.

Someday I will have my own home and I will be pants-less in it.  SOMEDAY.  For now, George is the lucky one who for some reason is "cute" when his pants are off.  Which I suppose I get in some respect.