I know he has one. He slept from 10:30 to 1:30 and he’s not even being horrible right now. He’s sort of whimpering while he bounces, but expressing one’s existential angst is hardly a crime. I’m still expecting an attack; time, however, is no longer on his side.
May 25, 2011
Banana Face
I’m not going for it, the decisive Wednesday battle Brinkley wants. I’m just going to keep changing it up, refusing to let him concentrate his strength anywhere. He shifts to, I shift away. I went to the bananas earlier than usual. It was a tough decision, but you know, they all are. I had already committed to a bananas attack, but he was really enraged and I can’t have him thrashing around and screaming when the bananas come in. I decided to lead with a 3 oz bottle and if that put him to sleep, so be it. The bottle calmed him and I hit him right in the pie-hole with the bananas. He handled the pie-hole periphery himself.
What does Dre think? Respect.
I was surprised to discover that if I gave him a wet cloth, he would wipe the food off his own face, and do a cheerful and thorough job of it to boot. This is more than I’ve managed to instill in Jenny after almost ten years.
May 20, 2011
Face Shrink
I don’t think my mouth or my eyes can get as wide as this, relatively or absolutely:
But even if I could match Brinkley’s wideness, I don’t think I would be as happy about it as he is:
On the other hand, I don’t drool all over my clothes like a mental patient, so that’s one in the win column for Daddy.
