It’s not just a bib! It’s a way of life!

And thank you Aunt Jo for having understood me completely when I was only 2 weeks old!

Although in my building I am one of 13 baby boys born in 2005 (only 2 baby girls have shown up during the year), I am quietly but surely winning over the hearts of all females I meet. Age makes no difference. They all love me from 3 months to 3 decades and beyond! “It’s the eyes” say those who muster up the courage to admit it.

Papà says that if this keeps up, he will keep ME locked up until I’m 40. Unfortunately, he has yet to realize that I take after mom when it comes to being forced to do something. So, I already have it planned out. First, I will cause a scene (to make him think he is really punishing me – I am also strongly considering a continued protest from behind the locked door just to reinforce). Then, I will prepare for my escape, which at the moment is looking something like climbing out my window to the bathroom window (hiding in the shower, if necessary) and sneaking by un-noticed (I think this will work as long as I am little, but as I get bigger, I’ll have to recalculate). The only thing that concerns me is mom... she is just as stubborn as I am and, as most moms compared to dads, understands me much better than dad. I think, for the time being anyway, I’ll have to calculate my moves only for those moments when she is not in the house.