Happy (Toasty) Feet

He woke up this morning, put his slippers on and said, "Take a picture, mama." Only too happy to oblige, that is exactly what I did. Well, at least his feet were nice and toasty while we had breakfast.

(Wearing his footed PJs and a pair of slippers knitted by "Welita")

(Sigh!)

Now, if only he would wake up and say, "I want breakfast, mama!" instead of "I want 'ticas, mama!" (translation: a "drink" from mama). Thanks to advice from a friend, we are now down to twice a day. Cross your fingers for me! It would make mama very happy indeed.