Wow. I need to hire someone to help me with eight months. No one told me he'd turn into the road runner when he got this age.
He isn't even crawling yet. I'm planning on leaving the country for a while when that happens. If I'm this whipped when he's just on his stomach, cooing at me, what will become of me when he's fully mobile?!
He's grabbing something poisonous as I type this, I'm sure. I must run, and take some Tylenol...and maybe some valium.
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