to each their own

It's happened ever since we were first dating: when Chad and I go somewhere, sometimes if you look at our outfits, it looks like we are headed to two completely separate events. I'll be in a sequin cocktail dress and he'll be in a polo shirt; he'll be in a suit and I'll be in leggings; you get the drill. I should dig up some old photos -- sometimes it's actually pretty funny.

But this weekend, we took it to a new level.

This photo was taken at 10:45 a.m. on a Saturday morning. We were heading to the one-year-old birthday party for one of Bear's friends.

As you can see, we all had slightly different ideas of what would be appropriate to wear.

Chad? Basically dressed for work.

Me? A child's birthday party called for hot pink jeans, gold lame wedges (I kid you not; they're just not in the frame), and a smokey eye. Yup. I went there.

And our son?

Our son is wearing a superman costume.

I love this photo. I begged Chad to pause for a second as we headed out the door, just do document our outfit choices. They were that amazing.

This family, man. You can't take us anywhere.