Fact of the matter is, I promised Ange a long time ago that I would do this. It's not like I was lacking in resources, just time. Because, you know, working thirty hours a week, doing four subjects at Uni by correspondence and having an almost-six-month-old tends to erase huge portions of your life without you realising.
So, now, without any further delay, I present:
So I went to check on him on my way to bed last night... as I do... and as I peered into the cot I realised not only had he kicked all of his blankets off, he'd also managed to remove his pants. YES, HIS PANTS. How he figured that out, I don't know. Needless to say, I laughed my ass off and that woke him up. Ever see Scrubs when Jordan and Dr Cox hide from Jack so he didn't know they were there and would fall back to sleep? That's what I had to do.
In other news, I really find tomato and basil pretzels delicious. Clearly, I have nothing of use to say.