Some friends said I should blog more about Bubs, because they still feel like he is a tiny baby, and they were surprised to see he was a near-adult when they came to visit recently.
I agreed to do so.
But in attempting that feat, I realized I have little to say:
He still does all the same stuff. He's just bigger.
He eats, and he is mostly content with the every 3 hour set-up. Once in a while, he gets mad that I am not a "24 Hour Drink Bar".
He poops. Alot.
He cries when Z kisses him too much, but is otherwise pretty smiley.
He rolled over two times, and then decided that was way too much work for his cellulitey body.
He drools lakes-worth.
He is cute. Very cute.
And he is good entertainment when S's toys have lost their appeal.
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