Gratuitous Baby Grief
What happens when I leave the room:
It would be all kinds of sad and pitiful if it weren't so wonderfully funny. Look at him! It's like I told him I was leaving him on the cold hard streets of London for Christmas!
Labels: The Boy
posted by M @ 11:51 AM
4 Comments
4 Comments:
Oh. Dear. How precious! Poor sad baby ...
Ah, you are so loved!
What a face!!! James just figured out how to stick out his bottom lip in a pout. The problem is that it cracks me up so he doesn't get the sympathy he was looking for, just a good laugh.
P.S. - I don't know if I told you yet or not but New Years is perfect. So exciting!!!
So sad!! Makes you want to just hold them all day long, doesn't it? Then you realize that you still have 3 loads of laundry to do, dinner's not made yet and the hubby will be home in 30 minutes, you haven't taken a shower yet today, and you really really have to pee! So sorry babe, Mom's got to leave the room for a microsecond.
P.S. Wait till he throws in the fake cry and cough at the end for dramatics :)
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