Day 77

You know what’s funny? Spit-up. The white cascade caused some of the biggest grins I’ve ever gotten out of the kid, so I just went with it.

Day 76

Skipped a day somewhere.

Today we went out to drink wine and baby came along. No wine for him until he’s at least eight, though. We plan to be strict.

Day 74

How can something so small fart so loud?

Day 72-73

He rolled over onto his stomach and tried very hard to locomote, but only managed to flail about in a fishlike manner.

Day 71

We took a short walk on my wounded toe (I walked, baby was in a carrier) and I discovered that walks in the carrier no longer put him to sleep like they once did, now that he has neck control.

Day 70

Today,  for the first time ever, I picked someone else’s nose.

Day 68-69

I should never skip days.  I can not remember what I did yesterday, aside from feeding, changing, and obsessively hunting down high school acquaintances on Facebook.
Today the baby hung out with his contemporary, who although just six days older is considerably larger – six pounds larger. We  call him the Bodyguard.

Day 67

I just recounted. It’s 67 days. Math is hard.

Hung out with a friend today, and he farted and slept like a champion.

Day 70

I voted today sans baby. He stayed at home, plotting.

Day 69

So I says to the kid, I says, “What say you and me take a walk to the park and exercise our Constitutionally-guaranteed rights a day early?” He responded by a spectacularly extended period of fussing. I think he’s a Republican.