Last Wednesday, we were headed to NJ to celebrate Chase's first Christmas with my mom. Right before we left, the furnace broke so we were delayed an hour or so. After that commotion, I was unsure how Chase would handle the long drive late at night. Here I am whispering promises of sweet milk if he just behaves for the next six hours....
Here he is telling me to go stuff it, because he knows he would get the milk either way....
Here he is telling me to go stuff it, because he knows he would get the milk either way....
MILK (NOW) PLEASE!!
The next morning, Chase got bundled and ready to go into the NJ snowstorm of a century.
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