Eye on the Bottle
I had to get off my ass and run upstairs for the camera so I could get this shot. He was either extremely proud of having consumed 8 ounces of formula, or wondering why the bottle was still empty.
Sunday Lounging
What better way to spend a Sunday?
The Therapeutic Benefit of a Baby
When I’m having a shitty day at work, or what seems like a shitty day, all I need to do is look at a picture on my desk of my smiling son. It’s instant therapy that immediately brings a smile to my face.
That’s another one of those great things about babies that you don’t know about until you have one. Free therapy! (That’s not counting, of course, what the hospital charged us for the privilege of having our baby in their facility.)



