In case you were wondering...
His Royal Highness requires 600 thread count sheets and a velvet pillow for naptime. It's only upon this throne that he can achieve total comfort in his "freeze dirtbag" body position, arms thrown skyhigh like he's being arrested by the SWAT team.
I prefer not to think that it's the comforting squishiness that reminds him of the squishiness of my midsection as I snuggle him. But I'm pretty sure it is. Oh well. It'll be around for awhile.
1 comment:
No way! 6 weeks? Where did the time go? So sweet, Laura. Wish I could drop by.
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