Goggles and glasses, hats and helmets

The boys love goggles, glasses, hats and helmets... I guess it's their version of dress up. So I thought I'd share a few photos of them, "dressing up."












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Katie said…
So cute, Kim! Thanks for sharing the photos!
June 20, 2009 at 10:15 PM
Tracy said…
oh my, what darling pictures!!
July 1, 2009 at 9:32 AM
Sinéad said…
Adorable!! I always loved glasses, goggles, helmets and hats too! ;D Can't blame 'em. Love the Mexican hat, too. Those boys have the right idea.

(P.S. Thanks for the reward, and your comment! I was absolutely thrilled. I'll edit my post on the poem soon, that way I'll explain it. Thank you so much!)
September 15, 2009 at 2:50 PM
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