This month almost killed me. I know I’ve said that before, but this time it was for an entirely different reason. This time I’m beginning to realize that when you decide to have a child, you’re signing up for thanking Jesus every night that you made it through one more day. I’ve stopped waiting for
Thankfully, David’s standards for humor aren’t high. He finds it hilarious when I just stand back and say “boop”. No punchline required.
Is it just me or does David look like he’s ready to crack open a bag of jalapeno potato chips and watch the Giants win the Super Bowl?
I know some consider this is a bad habit… But is there anything sweeter than a baby sucking its thumb?
Contrary to what these photos might imply, we haven’t started solids with David yet. Instead, we’ve just been putting him in his high chair while WE eat solids. He likes it so far; being on the same level with us is his version of a Caribbean cruise. When we went to Franklin County for my mom’s birthday,
This month almost killed me. The sleep deprivation beat me to the bottom of a hole and had me begging for mercy. I had lunch with a friend one day and had the following conversation: Friend: So we traded in our car for a Pittance. Me: A Pittance? Nice. And who makes the Pittance again?
The fish hook.
I bought David this onesie specifically for the Sugar Bowl. The only clothing we bought before David’s arrival was Virginia Tech clothes. We didn’t know if he was a boy or a girl and we didn’t want to invest too much in baby clothes. Good thing maroon and orange are gender neutral. I did the
Moments before Kanye and I started our performance, David was screaming his way to Santa’s naughty list. I’m dreading the day he sees people with REAL moves; someone like Usher, Justin Timberlake, or Amanda Giobbi. The moment he’s exposed to good dancing, I’m ruined.