Ugh. What a morning. Colby did nothing but spew milk - like a fountain - hence the drenched bib. Poor baby. But despite the projectile dairy all over the couch, he was still in a pretty good mood.
The afternoon was spent practicing throwing gang signs.
Do you think the yellow elephant shirt is him flashing his colors?
Mr. Fat Cheeks and I got cozy on the couch this afternoon when he finally decided he could keep down his food. And he refused to smile.
He was such a snuggler this evening that he was barely off my lap. It was definitely time for bed and I hadn't even put his PJs on him. Poor kiddo had a rough day.
|"I can barely keep my eyes open, Daddy. Goodnight."|