Joe requested a stay-at-home pajama day this morning, which worked out well since we weren't wanting to go far with Clara anyway, and we figured after the first (probably inevitable) accident, she could just motor around in her pajama top and underwear. Despite the fact that it was a perfect eighty-something degree day, Joe wanted to wear "cozy" pajamas, by which he meant those with fleece pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Clara did in fact motor around most of the day in her pajama shirt and undies (and ponies), but when we biked to Whole Foods after her nap, we put her in some biker shorts. So that's how they came to be in these fashion-forward get-ups, which is what they were wearing to greet our backyard dinner guests, Marco and Lily and their handlers.
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| Thighmaster, Baby. |
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| Keep dreaming, boys. |
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| Slave to fleece. |
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| We are under the table. Naturally. |
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Joe: It's tough. Being this cute. Isn't it?
Clara: It really is. It really, really is. |
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