Our Greek Baby

The partners at The Summit Group (the cool agency I work for) treat our whole company to lunch at the Greek festival each year, downtown in SLC (Bill, the CEO, is Greek). Well, I am not there today to endulge in food, music, and knock-off Chanel (I work from home down in Texas), but I am here with my baby in his toga.

Please note his belly above his wire belt. And his little right peck poking through on the left side of the picture. And yes, my old flute around his neck. This boy LOVES putting things around his neck, which totally freaks us out. We have to constantly tell him no. Well, my flute was pulled out from cleaning (I started playing in 5th grade, but then stopped after middle school--I even taught flute lessons), and he was playing with it all day. But before that, he kept trying to put Cliff's work-out shirt on, so Cliff put it on him. Then, he tried getting out, and this was the result. He happened to also be playing with a computer cord (which Cliff had to tie around his waist to keep him from putting it around his neck as well), and thus, it completed his toga costume. We love this boy. He is SO entertaining.