We decided to take a nature walk. Okay, okay, it wasn't so much of a nature walk as a walk to the mailbox. Potato, pot-a-to. We did see trees and puddles and a few rabid cats. Oh wait, those rabid cats were just our pets and they only get rabid when Preston refuses to let go of their tails. Once again; potato, pot-a-to.
I threw on Preston's sweatshirt and shoes and away we went.
Please pay no notice to how incredibly ridiculous Preston looks in these pictures. We'd had a playdate earlier that day that involved ice cream and after Preston professionally covered himself and the floor in ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup, I swiftly changed him into a pair of jammies. And once the sun was shining and he was determined to get outside, I was not about to hold him up for an outfit change. And yes, that does say Preston on his butt. Aren't those just the cutest jammies ever?!