sleeping in.

This is what happens when Daddy has to work early

and we don't have anywhere to be.

his mother's son.

It is so weird to see your own facial expressions on someone else's face.

his father's son.

Little Mr. Narcolepsy asleep in his bouncer.

crab walk.

Oh you strange little boy.

We know you have the leg strength,

but you insist on "crawling"

by dragging your little legs tucked under you,

like a hermit crab dragging your shell.

superbowl mayhem!

obviously.

oh my word.

I don't really know why I am recording this day, since I want to forget it for all time. I think the above picture really captures the mood of:

up at 5 am to water pouring into our dining room through the leaky window

being stuck in the house for three days straight courtesy of SNOWMAGGEDDON

you secretly getting new teeth (maybe)

and refusing to take the baby tylenol

the immense reappearance of the spinach baby food, and the scrambled eggs.

Fingers crossed that February gets better.