When I came home from choir practice the other night, I had barely stepped through the back door before my baby girl came running and squealing around the corner. She was wearing her LSU cap . . . Mason's sunglasses . . . "earrings" . . . a pair of pajamas that are size 6-12 months (just in case you aren't keeping up, she is 20 months old now!) . . . Mason's flip flops (on the wrong feet, of course) . . . need I say more?!?