Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Matchy Match

Yesterday, when we were about to walk out the door for a haircut and last minute shopping, we looked at each other and saw this:

Matching Plaid

I tried to convince Mr. C. that matching your spouse in public was the new hip thing to do, but he didn't buy it.
He changed, which only broke my heart a little.
Then Noah came home from school hours later and we found out he was still sporting the matchy-match look.

Matching Ghosts

Don't judge Mr. C.'s hotness in this picture.
He was laughing at one of my fabulous jokes.

And Noah?
He was probably planning on giving girls my blog address so they could see him starring in a post.
(Not okay, Noah. NOT okay.)