Hi. It's me, Harry. I've got to tell you, I think I am a bit too young for college, but my mom insists on dragging me there, anyway. It's called "daycare," honey. Get some. Anywho, here I am as the world's cutest desk accessory, if I do say so myself.
Here I am enjoying some time with Sue-- clearly, I am a nuzzler.
Here I am with Maegan and Dave. They look pretty cute together, huh? I keep hoping they'll produce some sort of playmate for me...By the way, Maegan passed her prelims, which my mom says is a big accomplishment, so congratualtions, Maegan.
Here are Whitney and Paul giving me a squeeze during the 100 meeting.
Oh. My. Gosh. Dad, you are so funny. I have got to start exercising my sides. You make me laugh so much.
Here I am watching TV in my favorite recliner-- going to school all day really wears a man out. That's right. I said I'm a man-- what are you gonna do about it?
This is me helping my mom with the laundry. Hasn't she ever heard of child labor laws? She says she could make a fortune with me because my nimble little fingers won't get caught in the spinning wheel, whatever that means.
Tummy time is getting to be more fun now that I can lift my head a bit. Mom-- brush your teeth once in awhile before you get all in my face, okay?
Me and Dad kicking it like old fools who are so cool.
Mornings are so chill at my house.
Mom, Dad, I love you guys, but this is the 21st century. Who the heck is Popeye the Sailor Man?
Don't let my constant sarcasm make you forget that I am, in general, a happy fellow.