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.
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.
How can something so small fart so loud?
He rolled over onto his stomach and tried very hard to locomote, but only managed to flail about in a fishlike manner.
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.
Today, for the first time ever, I picked someone else’s nose.
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.