Rhinestone Cowboy

My Darling baby boy had his first Birthday on Sat! Yippee!!! This is a very important milestone since he was born premature and we almost lost him. Our tiny little fighter arrived home after 10 days in NICU. He was released early for good behavior.He then decided to set us on a roller coaster of emotion and hospital stays for the next four months. Now at one he is plump, delicious and mischievous. I can not keep up. So, said little boy has birthday party, of coarse. Everything is going very well in fact I marvel at how organized I managed to make the whole affair. We nestle in the fabulously carpeted( I'm sure I'll tell more about my carpet later one day, I just love it) great room to open gifts. It is the standard gifts. Lots of plastic and loud things in need of batteries. And then it happens, we get to Grandma's gifts. Lord have mercy I can not exaggerate this enough!

First the woman has an odd way of "wrapping" things. I have never seen anyone use a plastic grocery bag as tissue paper before, but what the hell we're unconventional. She buys gift bags and then completely tapes them shut with packing tape. Fabulous! Now to the magic! I tear barbarically through the heavy layers of packing tape affixed to the bright x mas red gift bag, which I am fairly certain I gave her for said holiday. I pull out the first bundle of paper (apparently she had some so now I am really perplexed about the shopping bag?!!?!) . I unroll it to find the oddest pair of overalls complete with long sleeve button up shirt in blue lasso print. On the leg of these beauts is a cowboy figure that seems to be wearing only a belt and chaps on his lower half, splendid. I can only laugh and pretend this is a joke. Package 2, my guests are wide eyed in anticipation. I see a glimpse through the paper and all I could say is "chickens"! Goodness it was another set of fine overalls this time with a delightful farm motif complete with barn and chickens on the shirt. Gleaming proudly on front of this denim masterpiece, a tractor. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes as I question my mother in laws sanity, verbally actually. She seems offended. A few months ago I would have tried to politely act as if I liked the gift, but that was a few months ago and a lot has changed. She pouts a bit, marvelous. My sweet hearted daughter creeps over and mentions, " it's the thought that counts Mommy". Hmmm, I am a good mother, confirmation absorbed, and I continue to laugh. This generosity is topped off with a lovely tan long sleeved button up with lasso print and dare I say it, fringe.

( Now, seriously red cotton cuffs on the bottom of these pants? Very slimming.)
So if you ever see a plump delicious little boy out dressed in these wonders feel bad for him because, well his parents shop at the second hand store since I am donating this shit!