We got Connor all ready for Church today. And, no, before you get all bent out of shape that we are going to post every outfit change or every bowl movement, we do not have plans to post every little thing that happens to him. Otherwise, I would be posting pictures of him crying right now. Not that he cries a lot. He just so happens to be crying right now.
Anyway, we put him in a striped button down shirt and no pants. Like Father like son. I also don’t like wearing pants. At Church, some people commented that “only Liz” would dress a newborn in a button down shirt. What?! I mean just cause we don’t dress our son in Poo(h), doesn’t mean it’s not cute. Right? More on my poohlosophy (Philosophy on Pooh) in some later post. It’s juicy. A juicy Pooh, perhaps… Anyway, check the pictures after the jump.
