4 Months

Remember how I was traumatized by seeing Gabe in a collared shirt? Well apparently PTSD has no hold on me because I have embraced the collared shirt and now I just can't seem to get enough.

It started like this: I got Gabe dressed and told Bret he had to come see how funny Gabe looked in his miniature man clothes.

Please note: some of the photos below are a reenactment. Not a reenactment like on those true crime shows; we did not use a stunt baby. Nor were any animals harmed during the taking of these photos. Not that there were any animals involved...but I just wanted you to know none were hurt.


So anyway, I told Bret he had to see Gabe in his little polo shirt.

And then I decided to make his look a bit more casual.


And then Bret decided to give him the preppy look.

And then Gabe and I went to visit Christina at work, and I was showing her the versatility of Gabe's shirt. And she said "go with the two buttons undone look". But we were both laughing so it really sounded more like "hahahahaha go haha with the hahaha two buttons hahahhahah un hahaha done hahahah look hahahaha". It's a wonder I understood her at all but it must be because we're sisters.

I was going to find a chunky gold or silver chain to add to this look when I got home, and I even contemplated fashioning some sort of fake chest hair too, but:

1) Some part of my brain (I think you wacky kids call it the conscience) started telling me that although Gabe is quite amusing, he wasn't actually put on this earth specifically for my amusement, so I should probably just let the idea of bling and fake chest hair rest, and

2) Gabe was tired of playing dancing monkey.

If he hadn't been so tired, I probably would have successfully ignored my conscience.

Oh yeah, and Gabriel is 4 months old!