It's been quite some time since I posted an update on my child. He is, after all, the main subject of this silly blog of mine. Consider this rectified...NOW!
My cute little bucket of poop and vomit is 7 months old now. Time sure flies when you are getting pooped and vomited on. Speaking of poop and vomit (gosh, enough already), he is 28.25 inches long, which in manly baby terms, is roughly the length of this sexy Sig Saur 556 Swat Short Barrel Riffle.
Awwwwwww. So precious.
He is also the length of this walleye that this Fred Durst impersonator is holding.
I don't know who this bro is, but every time I look at his face, I want to punch him.
As far as weight goes, he is 18.9 pounds, the same as this shiny rim. Don't ask what kind of rim it is. I don't do cars.
Alright, enough of the manly examples. It's time for the meat and potatoes of this entry. Here are a few pictures of my son:
Thunder!
Thunder!
Thundercats HOOOOO!!!
That quote makes no lick of sense.
And finally, here are a few videos:
He only plays a few notes, but it still sounds better than most crap played on the radio today.
The cutest laugh recorded in history. And no, this is not a biased opinion. You're dumb.
The end.
The end.
