You don’t have to say it.  I’ve already come to that realization.

 

Hi, my name is Andy and I’m one of those parents.  Yes, those.

 

The ones that think their child is the greatest thing in the universe.  Better than ninjas!  Better than dinosaurs!  Even better than bacon!  Hell, I’m willing to go way out on that limb (you know, the one they keep putting that baby in cradle from the song on) and say that my child is better than ninja dinosaurs made of bacon!  There.  I said it.  I have no regrets.

 

So as one of those parents, I am obliviously immune to any journalistic, scholarly, or literary standards I had previously set for myself with this site.  As such…

 

Who wants to see more adorable baby pictures?!?!  Well, Gentle Reader, excitedly flailing your arms about and shrieking “Me!  Me!  Me!” it’s your lucky day.  And for those who aren’t flailing or shrieking: 1) You’re a big dummy head who smells like antelope farts, and 2) Need I mention it again?  BETTER THAN NINJA DINOSAURS MADE OF BACON!  BACON, for God’s sake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you perchance happen to have the time, guv’nr?  [If you don't understand why she's British in this caption, you clearly have no understanding of anything ever.  You're sad.  And pathetic.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Insert favorite Bill Clinton quote here:_____________________.  Just don’t insert anything else of Bill Clinton’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is Spaaaarta!  No, wait.  This is Phoeeeeeeeeenix!  It’s in Arizona.  The place with the giant Earth-gina, or Big Canyon or whatever you want to call it. 

[Cut her some slack, she's only two months old.  Clearly, she's not the best at distinguising ancient Greek warrior states from modern U.S. retirement states]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ZIM ZIM ZALA BIM!  Suck on it, Robin Williams.  And, uh, Jeannie, who gets dreamed about often.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glamour Shots: Now Available at the Mall.

 

 

 

 

 

And, as a fitting photo to round out this post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DISAPPROVING BABY:

DISAPPROVES