“…sometimes I wish he’d save a little something for me.”
…until Ian, the most repugnant experience I’d had was cleaning cat vomit from the livingroom carpet.
…at 2:56 in the morning, I’m hating him.
Wow. I can’t thank you enough. I thought babies preferred lounging naked in chill winds. Until you happend along, I was thinking of seeing just how long he could go without food. You know, as an experiment. I guess I should’ve more closely read my Daddy Manual’s disclaimer, ‘You are inept. What exactly do you think you’re doing? Give him back to mommy, the real parent’…