Desperate times call for desperate measures! In an effort to get finally potty-trained Noah into undies (He had firmly rejected all that were offered. Even the gift of a pair that sported the beloved Swiper, on Christmas morning, resulted in a sobbing tantrum in the middle of the festivities.), I spent the weekend making custom boxers for the boys. Noah said he'd wear boxers if he got to pick the fabric, and of course Hayes had to have a pair too. Exhibit A: Police and flame boxers, modeled by their very happy owners. Success!
And Exhibit B: Pictures finally of the newest member of the family! Meet Dravus, the two year old, super sweet and mellow, slightly giant, and very cuddly harlequin great Dane that I adopted at Christmas. Speaking of happy owners! Other than the beloved Frye boots she chewed up, I couldn't be happier that for my first dog ever I went big. I promise to do my best not to let this become ode-to-Dravus instead of Fiore fresco, but I'm not making any promises.
(couch time with best bud Noah, watching Madagascar together)