So if/when you are pregnant and grow weary of the blatant lies about how small and cute your belly is, I have a piece of advice: find a sibling. They'll tell you how it is, straight up. If your siblings are too kind, you can borrow mine. It's actually quite refreshing.
We've now finished 21 weeks; I'm more than halfway there. Nowhere close to halfway through the projects I need done. This is adding up to bad news.
Here's Sean at 21 weeks. I'm not sure what's going on-- all I know is I almost forgot to take his picture this morning, he reminded me, I found him like this, and then he insisted I post it in color. You can take a stab at analyzing what it means. Is he exploring his sociopathic side? Attempting to shred preconceived notions of what a "good father" looks like? Artistically expressing disgruntledness? A little behind on Halloween?
All I can say is, when you meet our daughter, keep in mind from whom she descended (and cut her a little slack). Poor soul.
1 comment:
he looks utterly insane
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