Today is a zero, or a goose egg so far as running today is concerned. I was planning a day off at some point this week, so it might as well be the day that I'm coughing up unmentionables.
Today is my son's 12'th week birthday, and he's doing great these days. He's about 85'th percentile for weight, and a little above average for length. His smile is awesome, and his laugh is one of the funniest things I've ever heard, an uncouth mixture of open mouthed snorting and bleating that may be responsible for a respectable percentage of global heart warming.
I can't wait until he's old enough to watch his Daddy race. In the meantime, today's exercise consisted of a walk through the park with the boy in a sling type device, and embarassingly avoiding the stares and smiles evoked by the maternal instincts of passing female strangers.
4 comments:
By avoiding the admiring looks of maternal women, you're deliberately undermining your pool of potential babysitters. You need to sucker them into your world, dude! Have them play with the child; oogle him; perhaps even offer a kiss. Then get their numbers and give them a call when you and the good ole wife need some away time...
AWWW. He is adorable. What an awesome time. Thanks for sharing it. Those laughs and smiles are among the greatest treasures in life.
I hope you feel better soon!
Mindi, it's a short drive down to Chicago if you ever want to babysit...
Babysitting a snorty, smily 12 week old? Sounds great!
Drive to chicago? Shoot me dead! :)
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