Lemme get your John Hancock on that... |
You've got to make time to hang out with your crew...
do you wanna roll wit' us? |
And of course, sometimes you just need to take a break from it all...
scoping out the mysteries of the universe... |
err...make that the iTunes visualizer... |
Of course there's also breastfeeding clinics to get your tongue-tie diagnosed, some screaming to exercise the lungs (and remind people to feed you), a few soiled diapers, and nonchalantly facing the indignity of being stripped naked in public to be placed on a scale. (12 lbs. 15 oz. When you've got it, flaunt it!)
Also; aside from Sophie the creepy squeaky giraffe, I named everything in that picture of E and his toys. Now, Nom the Fish (a name and an imperative!) and Horsey are - I admit - a bit more mainstream, but Humbert? Marmaduke? Sherlock? I know I call them as I see them, so I have only myself to blame, but my son's playthings sound like the members list of a poncey Victorian gentlemen's club! (Back when the clubs actually housed something akin to gentlemen and not just big-bosomed floosies with nipple tassles and the perverts who kept them employed.) All he needs to seal the deal is a stuffed sheep named Algernon.
Say it with me: "Iwillnotbuymoretoys...Iwillnotbuymoretoys..."
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