Some custom sweat bands. There’s no limit to what people want to order, I guess.
Uh…forgive the angry face? Blame it on pregnancy hormones, I guess.
In other news, today Sam learned how to say “Uh oh”. So he throws his cup off his highchair and looks at me, grins and says “Uh oh!” and then yells for his dad to come pick it up. Smart kid. He also, very clearly, after dinner said “All done!” We were impressed.