Saturday

May's Bottle Bullets

I have developed the habit of biting my nails.



My baby looks unnervingly like Jabba the Hut when he tucks his chin and probes the air with his little, pointed tongue.


Unable to cope with life's new time constraints, I have cut off all of my hair. They know me on the streets now as "The Little Yeshiva Boy."


Hygiene problem of the month: trying to keep the milk out of the creases of his fat little neck.


Natty Grey passes his 2 month check up with flying colors - has doubled in weight and grown 4 inches. He's finally big enough to fit into "newborn" size!

Cradle crap persists...



Baby learns to smile.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Please post a picture of the Little Yeshiva Boy.