Yep, that's right. It came in a package from my sister Judy, and it's perfect. Well, except for the fact that it makes me want to wear pearls and call my husband Ward. But that's nothing a little therapy can't take care of.
The idea, of course, is that I can wear the apron when I feed the boys so I can keep MY shirt clean. Because really, what's the point of making my boys eat in their diapers if I have to change shirts twice a day? Or, confession time here, just give in and wear the dirty shirt.
Judy figured that if I had an apron Amelia would want one too, so she made her one. Amelia and I both put them on, and then she looked up at me and said, "We're cookers, Mom!"
Amelia and Mom, ready to cook!
And what cute cookers we are.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll make some chocolate chip cookies for Wally and the Beav.*Note: If you don't understand the Ward, Wally and Beav references, it's past your bedtime. Drink your milk and climb into bed like good little girls and boys.