The prince was more interested in the bathtub than his dinner earlier tonight which led to a very short meal and a long bath. I think part of the dinner and bath combo was his new found love (x2...pending no falls this time around) of climbing the stairs. Can I put down this spoon and get myself to the bathtub? Why yes, yes I can. And I will! All of this led to a little snooze and the demand of a late night snack. And when I say demand, I am so not joking. This little kicked back, nothing bothers me, chill of a man gets downright MAD when he's hungry. We're talking 'I'm going to throw this little body of mine around and slam my head in to things and try my best to make you drop me* because I want food and I want it N-O-W (insert Veruca Salt voice)' mad. And since The Voice was on tivo, we took a quick joint vote and decided to combine the two. I mean really, what could be better than Cheerios, Wheat Squares and The Voice at 10 o'clock at night? That's right folks. Nothing.
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| Hey, she's good! |
Being a goof ball...which he does oh, so well....
Good night little prince! It was fun hanging out with you but by the looks of those puffy eyes you are so so tired. See you in the morning!
* As of tonight, I have never dropped said baby and will continue my hardest to be the stronger of us two. Note to self: weight training starts tomorrow. He may be little but that dude is strong.
And for the final parting gift (picture) of the night.
I present to you Nick Nolte as a child:
You're Welcome.
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