Here he is crashed out after breakfast. And his ring is safe and secure.
Hanging out in the swing...with his ring.
Alright. We took a break for a diaper change. He managed to survive without the ring.
He kept me company in the kitchen while I made some lunch. And the ring kept him company. You know, it's always in his left hand; I wonder if that means anything.
I was reaching for the potatoes (on top of the fridge) and discovered this creature. Remy scared the poop out of me. I had no idea this was one of his hidey places.
Here he is doing push-ups. They are girl push-ups on his knees, but I gave him a break since he is a baby after all.
Only 5 more reps to go.
Whew. That was tough. Break time.
|"Daddy, I don't think she's listening to me. I keep telling her to get this booger out of my nose but she's not doing it!!! Oh well, goodnight."|