When I travel internationally, I’m always a bit concerned about offending the local customs. Like giving the “V” sign to a Brit means giving them the finger. And sticking your middle finger up at someone in Atlanta means giving them the finger.
And apparently babies have customs too. Like it’s customary for an infant to try to pee on you whenever possible. And when a father has an important client meeting, it’s customary for a baby to puke all over his freshly pressed shirt.
As you know, Elijah turned six months old yesterday. And I guess the custom is for the baby to give his parents a gift. Because he slept for 12 freaking hours last night. 6:30pm to 6:30am.
There was much dancing and celebrating and not rubbing of the eyes this morning. I even allowed Elijah to watch TV as a reward. We try to avoid letting him watch the boob tube because we don’t want him to have trouble concentrating like his dad.
What were we talking about?
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