He's my fashion support, always telling me that my "shirt is cute" or my dress "is really beautiful". He's a stud himself, and Joey finally convinced him, somehow, to sport these rad Converse. I've been trying for two years. He barely fits into them now. Great, he'll be able to wear them for a week. I'm hoping Noah will be less picky when it comes to what he wants to wear, but I guess I shouldn't be talking. I wouldn't want anyone else dressing me, either.
And here is where I'd like to point out how much we look like twins. You can't deny it. He's a little mini he-me.
Little bows. I totally regretted this skirt after I brought it home, but surprisingly I keep finding myself putting it on, mixing it up with all sorts of tops. Not bad for a regretsie.