Friday, May 16, 2008
He is screaming while I write this
Yes, the zitty, screamy little beastie baby is a whole moth old today, and I am typing with one hand and bouncing him against my chest with the other. A few minutes ago, I ate an entire column of Golden Oreos with him on my lap, lying facedown while I patted his back and used him like he was an angry, squalling napkin.
As you can see, he was not so thrilled about the photo shoot:
He does actually like a bath, so he'll be getting them frequently. Maybe as soon as I hit "publish" because these screams are starting to get to me, man. And it's all about me-- not about, like, why the baby is crying right?
Here he is looking like a teeny Monty Burns
and also just like Ben