matchy matchy

On Friday, Dexter got Kyalo dressed and ready for the day while I lounged in bed for a few more minutes.  This had many benefits - I got a bit more shut eye, and Dexter handled the explosive diaper situation. Win-win, I would say!

Anyway, it turned out that father and son were dressed {mostly} identical.

(even their rolled up sleeves match!)

Dexter was sad that his shirt didn't have little bull dogs on it.  And I'm sad that we didn't have baby Timberlands for Kyalo to really complete the outfit. But that would require us actually buying shoes for him, and he's been completely shoe-less for ten months, so why start now?

Even though I wasn't a part of the matchy-matchy party, I got a couple of pictures, too.

 {yes, my hair is out.of.control. typical.}

Friday was also a little farewell party for Dexter at the dental clinic.  It was a smaller affair than the one for Dr. Rich, but that's to be expected since he started the clinic, and worked here 25 years!  Still, it was a nice afternoon, with a lot of nice sentiments expressed to/about Dexter.  It was encouraging for me to hear the kinds words said, so I'm sure it meant a lot to Dexter.

And here's the whole dental clinic...