I went to church yesterday and I got to wear my cool blue sweater for the first (an possibly last since I am growing so fast) time. Pair this with my brown corduroy pants and I was sharp. I had a little accident with a bottle of milk and my pants hence no photo of the complete outfit.Then my mom wanted to get all paparazzi on me. After church, After I had eaten. I was not in a picture taking mood....
Please, help me! I just want to take a nap. What is mommy looking at?
...As evidenced by the following photo take a mere two minutes (literally) after the one above.
See, a man cannot even get his rest.
Finally refreshed, I had tummy time. I am getting so much better at this and my parents think that I will be crawling rapidly in no time. No irritability today, my guns were nicely soothed by my endless supply of Orajel. Not much happened today, I chilled and played. I had a busy week, so I needed to rest before it started back up again.
So it was off to bed for me. I have gotten pretty good at soothing myself to sleep. I could have fallen asleep sooner had my mom not decided that she wanted another photo shoot.
Now I told her I was tired. She just won't leave me alone. This is just plain mean.
I mean if you insist on taking my picture, mom, here you go.
It is kind of funny, I look like my dad when I am sleepy, but like my mom when I am awake. Hmmm, what do you all think?
