Friday, January 21, 2011

The difference between Mommy's and Daddy's

I work early Saturday mornings, and so it's the only morning Jeff gets Wyatt all by himself.

This is what I came home to one Saturday:

Yes. That is my child, unbathed, in the shirt he wore yesterday, with no pants on, a diaper that needs to be changed, bedhead, a raspberry mustache, eating with daddy in the living room (because apparently a BIB makes it okay) with a BIG smirk on his little face.

And what are they doing? Ah yes, watching football, of course.



Fiery Jack said...

I'd say he's got it just about right.

Ryan Ash said...

Rachael, I saw your post and I can't help but laugh...especially at the "Facepalm"! Awesome stuff!!

Curtis and Dani Welton said...

Dads. Geez :)

Anonymous said...

LOVE the smirk...another lover raspberry jam.

Love, Grandma

Noelle @ Mesa AZ Photography said...

See? Football is the arch nemesis of all things good in life. ;>