It appears that Gordo would certainly be able to fight his way out of a wet paper bag. This stage is highly amusing to my co-workers, and to me. I just wish I could figure out which limb is doing the pummeling. He does it so much now that I get concerned when he is still for more than a half hour.
I have been having the heebies lately, those horrid thoughts, oh god I’m going to drop him, or trip and land on him, etc. I guess having responsibility for someone’s life might make one a little edgy. I am starting to understand my mother’s reaction to my five year old self being twenty minutes late coming home from school- sorry mom.
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El Papa de Gordo // September 29, 2006 at 4:02 am
I wonder what you’re thinking lil boy. I hope you’ll know that I think about you all the time. I wonder if you’ll know how much you mean to me.
She likes to rub her belly to comfort you; she’s wonderful that way. I hope you enjoy it when your mum laughs because she does that a lot.
Papi.