The above magic show is featured over at
Blogging Baby Parent Dish.
I should have called it, “From one ‘O’ face to another.”
Nathan can say three things now. When he looks at me, he says, “Maaa-maaa.” When he looks at Mike, he says, “Daaaah-daaah.” When he looks at our cat Charlie, he says, “You are my brother, you are older than me…”
He’s so smart. Not even a year old yet and already he’s singing Elton John!
Mike’s and Nathan’s birthdays are two days apart. Mike decided that from this year on, he’s not having a birthday. This is fine for me because I don’t think I could match last year’s festivities, when I let a penis-wearing woman kiss my husband. Now, if a woman wearing those bachelorette-party-penis-necklaces wanted to kiss Nathan, I would have a problem with that, since Nathan would want to put it in his mouth and haven’t I traumatized my son enough?