People who euphemistically refer to “the pitter-patter of tiny feet” seem to think that babies spring lightly & dextrously from foot to foot, rather than rolling & screaming like tiny fat meatworms
They even crawl loudly. For real.
That one time Buddy fell asleep on me and I was trapped for an hour. (I soaked it in; I rarely get snuggle time with him anymore.)
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.
Sid’s Fashion Blog. (Yes, his shorts are on backwards. That’s a Sid Standard.)
I finally got Sid to watch ‘Flight of Dragons’ with me. He immediately built his own megablok dragon.
My son is a cat. Damn it.
When Sid was a newborn, he would stay awake at 3 in the morning without needing to nurse. C would grant me a small reprieve and let me sleep in bed while he hung out with Sid on the living room couch, watching Red Dwarf while he dozed and Sid did whatever newborn babies do (drool, observe, complain, snuggle hardcore.)
It’s the silliest show, and whenever I hear the theme song, I still go, “Awwww. Babies.”