One of our favorite nicknames for Thatcher is The Thatcher Gator. It started somewhere around March when he was a month old and our Friday nights often consisted of staying in and watching Swamp People marathons (don't judge). Over the past few days Thatcher has finally earned his nickname: we finally have teeth! My little toothless wonder no more!
In other fun news from the weekend, Thatcher also met Santa today! We went to the mall right at 12 when it opened, and we didn't have to wait long at all, which was great given the impending meltdown. Thatcher spent most of his time staring at Santa's beard and then when he figured out that the jolly old man was not in fact his mother, he freaked.
5 comments:
Oh my, he's so cute! And that Santa picture is priceless- they both that the 'deer in the headlights' look!
Happy Monday!
Erin
www.erin--elizabeth.blogspot.com
Ha ha he definitely looks a little questionable of Santa...YAY for teeth! Or maybe not if he's having a fit about them :)
no judgement here as my son has a "choot 'em!" onesie!
Cute pic. I am debating a santa picture for my little guy. he's so young and won't understand it so I don't know if I want to scare him like that!
Look at those teeth!! So sweet :)
Hahaha! Oh my gosh, that face! LOL! That photo is priceless in SO many ways.
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