At first I thought babies were like tiny drunks. Always falling over, peeing and crapping in their pants, easily moving from laughter to tears and of course the spitting up all over themselves. After watching Littles J at lunch on Saturday I think he's moved on to harder substances. Now he looks more like a little acid tripping hippie. It's all about the cooooolooors and duuuude look at the fan, isn't is craaazy? It just goes round and round and round. Oh and this blanket, feel this blanket, it's like alive and it feels so good on my face. I just want to rub it all over my face.
Yeah, I just noticed that. Aaaand that's it really. Deep huh?