Nothing Is Sacred

Nothing of daddies is sacred, that is. It all started when I married Jon, not only did I get an amazing husband, but I got all of his clothes. Jon had this really cool Michigan hoodie that I fell in love with and now wear it to death(it is literally falling apart at the seams). I wish I could say that the hoodie was the only thing I took, but it isn't. I have stolen four sets of jammies and have wore them all out except for the set that I am on right now. Two hoodies, two pairs of BYU-I workout clothes, one long sleeve shirt, and two very warm pairs of long johns, one Penn State sweater. I can honestly say that I don't feel to bad. Jon teases me a lot about stealing his clothes, he has even tried to buy me my own clothes but for some reason I love his more.

When Jon did his visit to U of M last spring, Jon came home with tons of loot. Amongst everything he brought home was a Michigan stocking cap/beanie/whatever you want to call it. Well Brett found it last week and now Jon's hat now belongs to Brett. Jon may have been slightly disappointed if it weren't for that fact that Brett is a lot like me, and he absolutely loves his dad. Jon will put the hat on his head and Brett will come up and take and put it on his head, it is so fun to watch them. Let it be known though, that is Brett's hat! On Monday, I found Brett in the only Michigan sweatshirt that I haven't stolen. It was like a big dress on him, he was so content that he wore it for hours. It is a good thing that Dad loves a little boy too, huh?

So to Jon I say, I am sorry Brett likes your things too, but thanks for the clothes!Slight disclaimer: The picture of me was taken moments ago(10:49pm) and for being that late at night and with only half my makeup on for the day, a cheesy grin, I think I look pretty good. Not the best, but pretty good.

I will also post pregnancy pictures, when I have something to show off!