That's what was on the onesie my mom and I wanted to buy. But my dad thought that was too crude. So we got this one instead. Still accurate, and I can wear it out in public.
My most spirited playdate yet. Despite issues of turf encroachment and swiping pacifiers, our moms agreed that we dropped all baggage and overcame our differences almost immediately.
My first-ever play date - with Beatrice and Marty. Apparently I hosted, but we were pretty oblivious to one another until our moms lined us up on the couch for these photos. Meanwhile, they yapped away about such mundane things as the consistency of our poop and the frequency of our farts. My mom swore she'd never do that - and look where she's landed.
One of these days, if the muse ever hits, I'll actually write something again. In the meantime, here's me at 4 weeks. (that's right, i've switched to first-person...)