Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Bad Dad! No Biscuit!

Grace left me in charge of the baby while she went upstairs to take a shower. Next time she will know better!

Think of it as my revenge for all the middle-of-the-night banshee wailing.

Paging Aphex Twin!

Paging Whitley Streiber!

Paging David Lynch! White courtesy telephone, please!

But seriously... he's actually getting bigger by the hour, given that his input and output seem to run almost continually. He's getting more comfortable away from his mom, and is starting to spend a lot more time looking around without looking terrified. He cries less, his cord stump fell off, he's training for the Olympics, and his application to MIT was just accepted. All good!

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