Jen read something about baby massage and decided to try it. He sure seemed to like it.
I promise the close-ups are over. I just thought this one looked cool. Trust me — this is a small fraction of the number Jen has taken.
Some day, Grip will be my age (i.e., old) and someone who loves him will be lying next to him, looking at him from this same angle. I wonder what he’ll look like.
You’d cry too if you had this much acne!
Hm… this expression could mean so much. A fun game: provide your own caption to this picture. Leave it in the comments.
Jen spends so much time with the kid on her lap, I suppose it’s inevitable that she takes pictures. Here’s the first of a few. His nostrils look huge!
This is Jen’s little HQ: table with phone, books, and water; child on chest; book in hand; cat on feet; husband on computer. What else do you need?
He looks rather jaunty here, as the three of us prepare to take a walk.
Every morning, Jen gets up early and goes out to do Jen things (cleaning, probably, but I can’t say I know for sure). She leaves Grip with me. He wakes me up when he’s ready, which is usually before I’m ready.
As we were cleaning out the garage, Mom and I found a bonafide black widow spider. I wasn’t able to get a picture of the hourglass-shaped red spot on its belly, but trust me, it was a black widow. It’s revealing, I guess, that my first thought was, “that could kill Grip!” OK, I’m lying. My first thought was, “ooh ooh icky icky icky ACK!” The thing about Grip was my second thought.