We Must Really Love Our Momo...

...otherwise how else would a 7 month pregnant mommy and a 15 month old boy agree to fly in to model in a Catholic Children's Hospital Fashion Show?

For those who were denied the pleasure of being there in person to see the spectacle, pictures are provided here for your enjoyment. Dash did great! Until he saw Momo off the side of the runway and tried to leap into her arms, thus forcing Mommy to carry the little guy. And as you can see, purple pacifiers are all the rage this season. I humbly wore the oversized non-maternity clothes that were provided, making me look distinctly cow-ish (nothing like the cute clothes I had tried on a month earlier), but am fairly confident that no one was watching me. I did wear some soft fur that Dash liked petting, and had some type of animal on my head at some point.

The real hero of the whole deal was Grandmom, who flew in just to be Dash's "dresser". How she managed to change the outfits of a 15-month old in rapid fire succession without a total melt-down, I will never know.

Momo took him for a spin down the runway afterwards, which, as every toddler knows, is an opportunity to sprint as quickly as possible.