Somehow, Lyla continues to survive without us.
Until we found out that Julie has a baby boy fetus living inside her, I didn't care one way or another about baby boys. Yeah, they're cool and all, I'd think to myself, but a little disgusting compared to baby girls, who are of course inherently cute and wonderful.
Our friends, parents of William, who I featured in a post several months ago, recently birthed a Henry. This evening at the wedding reception, we managed to snag him for a bit.
And you know, by holding Henry I was sort of able to visualize having a young man in the house. They're basically the same as baby girls, except they're more likely to fountain-piss on you during diaper changes. And they sell little wiener hats for that: peepee teepees, I think they're called, which is either awesome or representative of everything that's wrong with the world, I can't decide which.
And speaking of everything that's wrong with the world, you know those parents who make their kids wear backpacks with leashes attached? Where do people get off judging those parents?
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