Yet More Photos!
100% Pure New York Baby
(I'm trying to make his first word, "Yankees," but Carlos thinks it's hopeless.)
(By the way, that Brooklyn onesie he's wearing is a size 18-months. MY SON IS A KRAKEN.)
Hitting the terrace door during yesterday's thunderstorm. Look how curly and long his hair is getting!
I tried to get more shots of him looking out the window and banging the glass, but the camera is more interesting.
"You always tell me to look at the camera, so now I am, and suddenly you don't want me to? WHAT DO YOU WANT, WOMAN???"
"Here, Mom, just let me-here, I got it-just-here, Mom-I got it-let go-let go-LET GO, MOM!"
With his daycare girlfriend, Ella. (...ella, ella, ella, hey hey hey)
Apparently they shared paci's again today!
"Under my um-br-ella, ella, ella, ella, hey hey hey, under my um-br-ella, ella ella." If they were famous, they'd totally be called Gabriella.
Travis, who also goes to daycare with Gabriella and is, quite possibly, the most serious 2 year old on the planet.
...Be-ca-hause, in the sunshine we shine togethah, told you I'll be here forevah, know that I'll always be your friend, took an oath I'ma stick it out to the end, now that it's raining more than evah, know that we still have each othah, you can stand under my um-br-ella, you can stand under my um-br-ella, ella, ella. Sorry.