This morning the fridge broke, but it’s cool cause the new pretty one comes on Friday. Johnny is working in Breckenridge and just scored a super expensive wish list item of mine BIG TIME near a dumpster (rich people throw the best stuff away…stay tuned). Anyway, I’m still annoyed that he’s there without me. He saw 3 moose this morning and says it looks like a magazine. I made him promise to take my for my birthday, so yea. I’ll see it with snow. None of that has to do with this picture, but I’m documenting it because it’s the LAST OF THE BABY FORMULA! Little punk self weaned at 7mo (sobbing) and he turns one in a couple weeks (sobbing harder). Baby’s not a baby anymore. He’s almost toddling.