Fred's Lashes

For some strange, very strange reason, we have assigned Sam the nickname "Fred." Not "Sweet Pea," "Little Bit," or "Pumpkin," but simply "Fred." My mom and I talk every morning, and her daily inquiry never changes: "What's Fred up to?"

Weird, isn't it? He really may grow up thinking his name is Frederick Ingle Dudley.

Anyway, I've noticed the past few weeks that when people compliment my little Fred, it's usually about his eyelashes.

Can you believe a baby named Fred could have lashes like that? For the love! He doesn't, I repeat doesn't, get them from me, as I could use a little of this.

Long eyelashes or not, Fred has not been a happy camper about sitting in his exer-saucer here lately.

I've tried my best to convince him of how cool it is and what buff legs he could have if he'd give it a chance, but I get nothing. Until he spots Mary's little lamb.

She makes things magically better. And then I magically get some laundry done. :)


It's late, I'm rambling, and this is probably the most random blog post yet. I promise there is more going on in our lives than nicknames and eyelashes. Stay tuned...