Baby's First Felony

On vacation at Petit Jean, Arkansas

An idea is born...

Getting Grandma's keys was the easy part.

Trying not to leave fingerprints.

Almost there...

This is the face of no remorse.

Stomach Flu?

Baby's been sick for a week! He seems to be slowly getting better, although he's still fussy and, when faced with the smallest inconvenience, erupts into a car alarm combination of rage and grief. At one point, I was actually frightened that he had suddenly lost the use of his legs...then realized that dragging himself around the floor and screaming was just another variation on the "rage and grief" thing.

One of the few times this week that he seemed comfortable and more or less "content" was when Daddy set him down in front of the tv to watch the 1979 musical Hair. Aside from a short nap while The Tribe drove from New York City to Nevada, he actually sat there entranced (or fevered) and watched that entire movie.