Snapshots

An update consisting entirely of photos, so as to catch us all up. Here we go!

They do not play well together. This is a rare moment between "I will grab your hair/head/leg/arm" and "Ha, you fool, I have teeth, feel my wrath."

This is Caspian with his Reepicheep.

He has the same look as the "crazy girlfriend" meme. Probably for the same reason. Google it.

In his natural environment (what we affectionately call "the cage") surrounded by his native costume.

"You have a gift for me?! Is it..."

"YOUR SOUL?!"

This is when we should be cleaning the house. Instead we spend these moments on pinterest searching "Cob House Design" because we both admit it would be easier to build a new home out of straw, sand, and clay and just burn this one down than clean it.

The cat creature seems to interpret his manhandling, pulling, and pushing as affection. I thus don't know whether to break him of this habit or not.

So the Spawn turned six months old...last month. He'll be 7 months on Friday. Yes, I am really, really behind on these posts.

A picture to highlight his cheeks, so as to distract you from your anger at me generated by the last caption...

And by now you've forgotten what you were upset about because LOOK HOW CUTE!

And with cold weather comes cold weather clothes, which I think are better for babies and adults. Everyone looks better in sweaters.

Mobility is becoming more and more an issue. He is now attempting to stand on his own. He has succeeded for a few seconds at a time. A cane has become useful, for swiping his feet out from under him. This may be why he only stands for a few seconds.

Of course, with winter clothes comes the risk that the thug life will choose your child. This is a natural course of events.

But the thug life can easily be countered by cardigans. Behold - British!baby

Telling Daddy a story, highlighting his balding existence. 

Totally GQ, amirite?

See you next time!