Fancy Pants

For Christmas last year, my mom put a pair of dollar store thermal pants in Rex's stocking. He loves them. We call them his fancy pants. When he is not wearing them, they are about the size of a sock. Tiny. To get Rex into the pants, he must be hung by the pants and even then his diaper hardly fits. Greg and I cannot stop laughing whenever he wears them...maybe that's why he loves them so much. Rex is always the one to pick out his fancy pants. Greg even made up a song and dance for the fancy pants

I'm a frilly dancing boy

Dancing's what I like to do

(sung in a high faslesetto)

And the dance: Rex lays on his back while Greg bounces Rex's legs up and down and to the side. Rex thinks it's pretty funny.

On this night, the one pictured above, I got the camera out to take a picture of the fancy pants, and Rex decided to show off. He is being an armadillo--he's rolled up into a ball. Can't you tell?