First up - impressions.
Hey. I'm Daddy. I like the Gators. I hate having my picture taken.
(Please note - my impression was spot-on.)
Kidding Kidding! Impressions are over! (Relax, Dad) I'm just taking Mom her purse, definitely not carrying it like she does.
Before long, Mom started bringing people over for me to "play" with.
First up - a tiny baby girl named "baybeeee". She really was a delight. I shared all of my toys with her - including heavy or supposedly inappropriate ones that Mom would immediately make me take back. Like I don't know what is appropriate for an infant? Puh. Leeze.
However, the age discrepancy began to take its toll and I found myself at my wits end. I mean really, if they wanted me to babysit, they should have just said so.
Now please. I beg you - no more babies.
After that visit, Miss Amy came by to hang out for an evening. She is about to have her own baby, so she often comes over to pump me for information about what it's like.
Well, I'm sorry, Miss Amy. I do have wisdom to impart, but not tonight. I'm all babied out. I'm just gonna sit here and concentrate on my yogurt raisins, thankyouverymuch.
Then came the new love of my life "lella" (aka Bella). It turns out that a much better match for an 18-month-old is an 8-week-old puppy with razor sharp teeth! She can at least fend for herself when I "share" with her.
But let me tell you - she straight wears me out.
As for the rest of my time... Well, I've just been doing a lot of drinking.
...with my boots on.
...propped up by the couch.
...longingly looking out the window, wishing warmer days would come.
Ooooh - one last parting note. Contrary to the evidence below, my mad untensil-skillz are only getting better. Plus, who doesn't think that a tiny hat of macaroni isn't hilarious?
Hmmm?? What's that? Those who wash my hair don't think it's funny?
Well.
You're wrong. It's a riot.
