Julep: you have to laugh

Yesterday, Mr. J brought the baby with him for our Monday lunch date. (This is a new thing we are trying: we have a weekly household business meeting - complete with minutes. The hope is that with a set time to go through all of our outstanding issues - lining up sitters for this/that/the other, getting quotes on the garage siding, planning the Bear's birthday party - we can actually enjoy our evenings together without the persistent need to nag. I digress.)

The Seagull was not only wearing the same onesie I put her to sleep in the night before, she was still wearing her swaddle sack. In the car seat. When I asked "WTF, honey?" the answer was, he didn't want her legs to be cold if he put a dress on her.


Points for considering the weather before taking the child out of the house. But evidently my recent guided tour of the baby's new dresser - complete with pants! and tights! -- was for naught.

Also, I learned that Mr. J is intimidated by tights.