He's got a few teeth coming, and he makes a few steps when he feels like it, and he's really good looking, which brings honor to his family, and earlier today he was taking a nap next to me and all of a sudden, in his sleep, he said, "Baba," which made me cry a little.
The other day we watched Sesame Street. I realized who the big yellow bird looked like: Mrs. Madrigal from Tales of the City! Come on, don't tell me you don't see that!
We also watched Bob the Builder. Okay, I watched that one by myself. If you don't know anything about it, it's a show about a construction worker who talks to his tractor. There's a guy with a pumpkin stuck on his head, who talks with a Cockney accent. And there's a lesbian who lives in a tent. I think. And when they build stuff they shout, "Yes, We Can," because did you really expect a domestic terrorist pal around-er to come up with an original slogan?
We went to a public library in Baltimore County (I know... the sacrifices I make...), where they have this place you can run around
and go on a boat ride and listen to stories and press buttons and pick bananas and hug other babies. You see this cute little number below? His mother used his name in every sentence. Is that what normal parents do?
What? You really want to experience a part of my day? Imagine yourself sitting in a kitchen. Behind you is the dryer. Second load. MSNBC is in the living room, because what if there's breaking news? And between you and the TV is a little baby that talks a lot. Make yourselves comfortable.
The Way The South Was Won (By A Yankee)
My friend Sally hails from a prominent southern family. In her father's Charleston home hangs a portrait of her relative fondly referred to as 'The Major.' ...