WEEK THREE:
Sleep: Who needs it?
Fatness of cheeks: very much so, indeed.
Firsts: swimming pool (dipped toes), fairly bad production of Hamlet (lent a much needed comic element by farting loudly during serious soliloquy), bottle of formula (stance: if I wanted fake boobs, I'd buy Playboy. Mmmmmmmmyummmm. Well, maybe Playboy's not that bad after all...you know. in a pinch.)
Especially when that plan includes shitting, eating or sleeping. He's ALL over that.
Toe dip in incredibly ridiculous swim trunks
iBaby just iPood
"What? Naked? With a winter hat on? It's Portland, bitches! I do what I want!"
In Luc Lac...our favorite Vietnamese place
Someone should really tell that man he's got a monkey on his shoulder
monkey sandwich
First sushi!
Either thinking some very profound philosophical thoughts OR someone (not saying who) just passed gas.
Sleep: Who needs it?
Fatness of cheeks: very much so, indeed.
Firsts: swimming pool (dipped toes), fairly bad production of Hamlet (lent a much needed comic element by farting loudly during serious soliloquy), bottle of formula (stance: if I wanted fake boobs, I'd buy Playboy. Mmmmmmmmyummmm. Well, maybe Playboy's not that bad after all...you know. in a pinch.)
"Pants go where? On the head, of course! Just ask Daddy."
love, love, love. you have to grant me SOME license for sappiness now and then.
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Okay...he IS cute sometimes. I admit.
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