I expect you people to read my mind, and just know that I have posted videos on YouTube. But, alas, you fail me. So, here are some of the little man.
Blake, sipping on gin and juice. Laid back, with his mind on his money and his money on his mind. Ahh, Snoop Dogg. He rocks. Actually, Blake is sipping on a wee bit o’ water in his sippy cup. (Don’t you love how this paragraph transpired from ghetto-fab to a taste of Irish? I’m good like that.) (Actually, it’s all in my mind, and how I am saying the sentences as I write them. You would be amused, really. My Texas accent goes great with rap, and a Dublin drawl.)
Blake, playing peek-a-boo!
Ok, let’s not ignore the elephant in the room. The part where I am mumbling something to the effect of, “What’s on your sleeve?”, while I am flicking at the brown spot on his onesie? I lie. I totally know what that is. It’s chocolate that I ate while holding him. It was last week though, and before I started the diet. (Read- when I write “diet”, in my head, I am saying it in a doomsday prophecy kind of voice. Because really, diets suck.)
Gosh….he’s just amazing. I heart him.
What a sweetheart!! (although I’m going to have to come back to watch the videos, cuz Maggie is actually napping right now…)