Goofball Ford

Ford is a gigantic goofball. Right now as we try to get his skin issue under control, he has to wear long sleeves ALL THE TIME, and especially to bed. I got behind on laundry, so he ended up wearing a church shirt to bed, which of course I tucked in because I knew it would make Chet roll his eyes.

See what I mean? That's not a real smile -- that's a goofball smile. Also, he was completely unfazed about wearing a tucked-in button-up shirt to bed. Thank goodness.

At gymnastics, Ford likes to sit really, REALLY far away from us and read his book.

He must sense that the estrogen level in the gym is even higher than at home.

Happy Wednesday, friends!