Fake Samuel

So apparently a hairy Baby was born and it made the news. Whoop de doo. Look, I could have hair if I wanted to, but some of us still follow that old respect your father thing, and how would it look if I beat him in the hair department. Yea, not very good.

To insinuate that I'm a Dell boy is a pretty low blow, even coming from the father. I don't get that guy sometimes. You know, I'm like hey get this Dell catalog out of my face and he's like no wait a minute its a cute picture, i'll put it on the blog everyone will think its super funny and I'm like forget that i'm sick of your constant exploitation. And then he does that thing, where he pretends to sneeze, and I'm laughing because, well, its just hilarious.

Dork. Went out and killed a few patches of grass with the stuff later that night. Unbelievable.

So I'm on my tummy the other day and I'm fine but you know I'm making a fuss like I do, just to throw off The Folks and they just keep throwing toys in front of my face, like I want them to do. Then I get picked up. Anyhoo, so I have a swing now.

Margaret Wise Brown's Good Night Moon is a rather innocuous book with a rich subplot. This book transports you to a world where enormous rabbits rule the world and when night falls evil awakes. Only death awaits those who dare stay up past their bedtime. A warning to toddlers and children alike lies within these pages: "Go to bed, for the love of God go to bed or we'll all die." Two thumbs up.

I can hardly stand it. Jump and play and squeak and bounce and stroller and nap and eat and play and crinkle and tummy time and bounce and grass and nap and sit and ..... Bla bla bla Shoot me.

Technology is amazing - I can type and address millions, if not more, within minutes. I remember when I was still gestating - nobody was blogging about the stuff that really matters, you know? I wanted to, but we didn't get wireless until my third trimester and by then space was kinda limited. Any hoo.