Faster than a Playtex fast-flow nipple.
More powerful than a juiced-up toddler.
Able to leap into a King bed with Mom & Dad in a single bound.
LOOK. UP IN THE SKY!
IT’S A BIRD. IT’S A PLANE.
No. Sorry assholes, it’s not ‘Fat Adrian’.
Mortifying, eh? Maybe next time.
IT’S CANDLEHEAD!
After a year of being a father, not too much catches me off-guard anymore. However, when Jen unleashed this hood ornament for Ava’s first birthday party, I back-peddled, thinking I had forgotten it was an Elton John ‘Candle in the Wind’ theme. Was I going to have to go and rent some glitzy Liberace outfit? Tap shoes and bedazzled eyewear? I don’t remember Norma Jean partying like this…
Unless I was missing the miniature stripper that was about to pop out of this head-cake, there’s no way I would’ve approved this. As I look at the picture, I also can’t help but notice, it seems like she’s pulling at some sort of cape. Did I fall asleep at the wheel on this one or what?
You snooze, you lose. This is what happens when you take naps and they go shopping, fellas. Make a note.
Happy Birthday Dear Candlehead…Happy Birthday to you! (8 months ago.)
Funny, cus my bro’s baby is nearing 1. And he said something similiar the other day. About how it really hasn’t been too hard. My boy was a breeze, well relatively, the first 12 months. Then it hit, the shiot that is, hit the fan….and the floor, and my face, and my finger, and everything. Welcome….to a non newborn, non crawling, non easy, transition. Wooohooo! Well its not that bad, but once all the teeth start coming in and sleep disapears, now that sucks.