Look, this is just the perpetual danger of visiting a blog which is run by a writer who is also a parent. Baby pictures are inevitable. In olden days, you would have come over to my house and I would have shown you slides until you clawed your eyes out and I politely asked if you wanted me to stop, though I certainly wouldn’t have actually stopped. But now, in this more civilized era, my wife puts pictures online and sends me links and I thoughtfully, pester you with them.
It would be inexcusable if he weren’t more cuter than every other baby ever to exist, which is just another one of those things that parents inevitably say at some point (and now I’ve gotten it out of the way.)
Shall we begin?
“nooo, they be stealin my bottom lips!!1!”
“u be checkign mah sweet blingz lol!”
“This is Major Tom to Ground Control…I’m stepping out the door…”
“waht u meen writers on strikes?? how i get my storeys???”
“babee fingers is tasty AND nutrishoos!”
“u guyz i haz two handses!!?”
“invisible corms stucked in invisible teefs!”
“what u meen i am not your babyz??”