Letting Mommy and Honeydaddy have the privilege of bathing me and the opportunity to let me relax on the couch. This is how I do Fridays…
I’m Ready! Weekend, Here I Come!
September 2011
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…to get your pacifier! Use your Jedi mind.
Dad, That Sounds Like Way Too Much Work…
August 2011
I knew I should have pre-viewed those sign language videotapes my parents sent us before I showed them to Worm. I didn’t understand why the box said PG-13…until today.
The Video Told Me to Put My Index Finger and Thumb Together Like This…
July 2011
…babies didn’t drink milk. They were fed baby giraffes. Let me show you how these pre-diaper era babies would grab the giraffe and eat off his head like this!
Nom, nom, nom, nom!
We’re More Civilized Today! We Only Eat Rubber Giraffes Now!
July 2011
…someday I won’t need my fingers to count to ten?
Look Into My Eyes and Tell Me What You See…
July 2011
But what happens if I lose track of where I was? Could I use my feet instead?
Really? Totally naked, you say?
Dad, Please Say it Ain’t So!
July 2011
Yep, you came out totally naked, Worm. And you made sure your presence was felt, at the very least, on our eardrums.
It won’t be the last time you get embarrassed, turn beet red, scream at the top of your lungs and then get the whole room to stop and stare at you. It will happen again. I promise. (I cross my fingers for that inevitable event to occur with you as a stage actor rather than you at a Saturday night college frat house party.)
When I’m chillin’ at my crib waiting for the girlies in the ‘hood to drop by, I like to relax with a Colt 45 warm milk. Happy Monday ladies!
Does Mommy’s Milk Come In Strawberry Flavor?
July 2011
Me vs. Gavin 