A love letter by Harvey
Dear Thumb,
My love, my darling. Have I told you today how much I love you? Well I do. I love you, thumb. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, first tasted your sweet goodness, I asked myself, "Thumb, where have you been all my life?" How was it that I lived a whole 10 weeks not knowing you? Had you always been there and yet I never noticed? No matter! Now that you're here, oh object of my affections, you have changed my life. I burn with passion for you, thumb. Is that so wrong? That even when sleeping I dream of you? Dream of getting you back in my mouth? You must be mine! And you are all mine! I will never stop loving you, thumb. I will never stop loving you.
Yours devotedly,
Harvey
Sleepy baby hates to wake up
What I like about this video is the dramatic flailing and clawing at the face. Does that make me a bad mother?
harveypics++
We don't have to wait until he's in college to get photos of Harvey passed out after a hard evening of partying:
construction delays
Today we were out chatting with our neighbor about her new baby and her 18-month-old, and suddenly something came to me, a realization, as swift as a bolt of lightening. My poor neighbor, who I pitied over her schedule c-section and 6-week- convalescence, she is one up on me in one important regard. Can you guess. CAN YOU GUESS?????
As soon as she can walk, she can have sex.
Me? I don't think my big dig is going to be finished in time for Irish twins.