Not the very first Christmas. I’m talking about our first Christmas with a kid.
When Christmas rolled around in 2005, Teague was 3 weeks old. I was fat (and not happy about it). And Colin and I were so sleep-deprived that we didn’t actually take any pictures on Christmas morning.
However, the days leading up to Christmas were filled with dress-up torture for our newborn thanks to my mom and the multitude of holiday outfits she had purchased for her very first grandchild.
After spending this morning going through old photos, I couldn’t help but post these horrid pictures. Sorry Teague. You’ll find out about this one day and be incredibly embarrassed. But you’ll love me anyway.
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| This is the most hideous outfit ever! It looks like a clown suit! |
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| His eyes are crossed! |
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| He actually looks disgusted! |
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| Refusing to acknowledge us or wondering where his feet are? |
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| Throwing this in as a reminder that my arms CAN be that fat. |
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| And this is to prove that he actually was really cute when not being tortured. :) |
Happy Holidays everyone!!!
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