I must be a replicant, because apparently, I’ve been implanted with your childhood memories.
Unless you’re the replicant…
Heh. I’m sure my husband wishes that’s what last night would have been like! We were both gone last night, so my mom looked after Spencer for the first two hours, then Hubby came home from Tae Kwon Do. Mom stayed long enough for him to eat, then she left. Then Spencer started screaming and didn’t stop until I got home, an hour later.
We’re pretty sure he was just hungry, so we’re going to work on having him drink expressed milk from a sippy cup. He doesn’t do bottles.
Happened to me many times, but unlike you, I didn’t learn my lesson.
AHEM.
I just uploaded a bunch of pictures off the camera and found this rather damning evidence of what went on at the WhyHouse last time Mom was out and Dad was in charge. Busted! :dubious:
Lemme show you what happens on a Girls’ Night Out.
And women wonder why we don’t want to be left alone, not only do the babies get into everything, so do we!
Cute, but she’s going to have to learn to turn the label around if you want to go after the big money in product placement.
So is the kid named “Chugchug?”
Naw. But she could have been named this. (And forward a few comics to find out what the birth certificate actually says.
I knew exactly what you linked to without even looking at the address.
And the Dragnet theme resounds!
Thank you for the new pics!
It happens to the best of us. The Butlerette was scoping out a wheat ale homebrew of mine, and decided that it would be much better than her offering of juice, and offered to trade.
Edward, are you sleeping on the couch yet?
What’s that girl on the right been drinking??
Edward, at least you didn’t send the baby out in your white elephant box. Did you??
I like the Homeless-Chic look to complete the image.
No, I was able to sober up the baby before she got home. I’m in the clear for now.
It seemd appropriate. My wife thinks there’s nothing so trashy as upholstered furniture on the front porch. I should fess up that that pic is almost 2 years old now. But since he’s in the “insists on dressing himself” stage, he still looks homeless a lot of the time.
Another bad daddy checking in.
She wanted something cold (9 months old)
Know when to say when (9 months)
This is not cool, mmmkay? (8 months)
What is Daddy teaching me? (5 months)
She’ll disown Daddy over this pic (2 months)
What did we say about playing with knives? (10 months)
(the only photoshopped one)
(From my baby Anya’s web page)
Hmph. Cans? Of Bud? At least our babies drink imported beer out of bottles.
