Bubba got a new outfit in the mail from his great aunt. I love how loved he is. I love it. And my world is bigger now--because this is not what I would "normally" pick out for him. And by normally I mean never. But I get to enjoy it, and now he is the best dressed person in our house. I think I'm just jealous. Because he would rock a disco hall right now and I probably wouldn't even be allowed in. And I want to dance with him, looking all dapper like that. So here, because he will probably outgrow it before we get invited to anything where he could wear it. And because it's Saturday. Party on the internet, baybee.