Happily Spitting Up
Spitting up is fun (at least until it comes out my nose!).
Yesterday I got Daddy really good. Not quite as good as when Daddy got Poppa back when he was a child. But it was still funny. After spitting up, I laughed at him. Right down the neck...and lots of it.
The day was relatively boring, so that is good I guess.
Yesterday I got Daddy really good. Not quite as good as when Daddy got Poppa back when he was a child. But it was still funny. After spitting up, I laughed at him. Right down the neck...and lots of it.
The day was relatively boring, so that is good I guess.
posted by Dave Kobus | 8:22 AM
1 Comments:
Hey cutie! Nice pic -- I think it's the first time I've ever seen you with your arms and legs covered up -- is it cold there? Not here; it's hot again and humid. Not such high temps, but the humidity is killing me :( That's why Poppa and I are going to NY -- ask Daddy why that's funny. It's about as funny as spitting up on Daddy :) Love you, little man! (Hey, obviously no creative types read your blog -- no entries for the caption contest?)
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