For my biggest (only) fan

My Christmas visit back home might as well be dubbed ‘Return of the Baby’ because it was jammed packed full of rolling newborns. I don’t return for a whole year and everyone is sprouting babies. Granted the kiddies were all cute and entertaining in itself, and it made me wholly aware of how I felt about what I was wearing (my affection for a certain white sweater limited my time holding or being in projectile proximity of babies).

Here are some pictures of Tina’s little girl Leah who was about 3 months old at the time. I am tempted to say more…but I know she reads this and yummy cheesecake is on the line. Instead I will write the inner monolog for the baby.

"are you talking about meeeee"

"just trying to learn a party trick to impress college frat guys"

"I wonder if it is possible to simultaneously puke and shit"