oh the joys & fashions of motherhood

You know you've arrived when you find your face crusty - courtesy of sweet potato kisses - and that your shirt is bejewled in oatmeal. Is it any wonder why pajamas remain my garb of choice?

PS- In case you can't tell, this is an old picture, dated 9:23:2005. Tomorrow he'll be 17 months! And then he's a tip-toe away from 18 months... I'm thinking of doing a b-day party/thing, because it just seems so monumental...