Well, Iris is out of town for the night, leaving me alone for the first time with baby. Normally she looks a bit like this. However, a bit later she got into something.
And now she looks like this.
I wonder what she’ll be like in the morning?
No babies were harmed in this post, just my marriage.
While I think those are some adorable pictures, all I can do right now is imagine the screeching harpies on mothering.com if you posted it over there!
WhyBaby discovered Guinness yesterday. We were at a restaurant, and she was doing that toddler grabbing at everything she could reach and screeching to try what she couldn’t. I gave her a fingerful of Guinness foam to scare her into submission and her eyes got all wide and happy. :smack: I’d forgotten how much babies like beer!
When I was little, I used to like to sneak the very last bit of liquid out of my Dad’s beer cans. I quit the day I took a swig and realized too late that he’d been flicking his cigarette ashes in there.
'Course, you HAD to give her the good stuff. Now that she’s accustomed to Stella, she’ll want the Ferrari stroller and the Sean John diamond-encrusted rattle…
It’s probably a good thing that you started her on a lager. The last thing you need is a kid who is draining those expensive abbey beers. (At least you had the sense to start with Belgians so that she will recognize real beer and eschew the cheap stuff her dates will try to foist off on her in high school.)
You and everyone* else. Ok, I hereby promise to post some new ones sometime today. Scout’s honor (did I mention I was never a scout?) Check later today at www.a1.to
*By “everyone”, of course, I mean assorted grandparents and friends, not Bill Gates and Weird Al Yankovic…unless you’re Weird Al… :dubious: