a lot like Christmas

This sweet little sweater and corduroy pants were gifts from Renae. Her son, Drew, wore them when he was Lincoln's age, which makes this gift all the more special. I could harly wait until Thanksgiving passed so I could dress Lincoln in the snowman sweater. Thanks Renae!!!

When Chris saw the sweater it reminded him of Snowball, a poem by Shel Silverstein. It's a funnny one:

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first- it wet the bed