Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out and smokin, shouting "Holy Shit ...What A Ride!"
He's lost a pound so he's down to 5lbs and some ounces. He's so tiny his diapers sag. My niece loves him. She keeps saying, "baby brother cutie". She hugs and kisses him a lot.
Bookmarks