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L’État, c’est moi


Even though he has pretty much kept Jen and I up all night (and slept though most of the days for the past week), we still reckon that he is rather lovely.

I am starting to get the feeling that all babies have dictatorial leanings. Alternatively – at the very least – all of my babies have dictatorial leanings. All that I can pray for is a benevolent dictatorship.

Comments

Anonymous said…
*lol* yes, but we voluntary obey ;-)
Wow! Just lovely, adorable!
Lynette said…
Ah, yes, babies rule. But then, so do little boys. And I'm hear to tell you that sons grow up into such swell men that it makes your heart catch in your throat with the utter awe and joy of it all. Mine are now 32 and 29 and remain wondrous to behold.
CrazyCow said…
He is beautiful.

The only way to call their bluff, is to adjust one's own day to their times. Once they catch on, they will swap again, and voila - normality(at least for a time) :-).
Anonymous said…
That is the most gorgeous picture. He's lovely - and how cute is that little vest?!
Kris McCracken said…
Little boys are magnificent. I would recommend them to anyone (not TOO many though).
One key characteristic of dictatorships, whether by babies or others, is the capriciousness of it all. What is legal one day is illegal the next, depending on the whim of the ruler. This is never more so than with boys aged three and under, I have found (oldest just turned three last month and no visible change on that front either I should add). So that one minute pumpkin baby smoothies will be desired - nay REQUIRED - nay MANDATORY - and the next day an offence punishable by a good three minute scream and a general food boycott. This may or may not coincide with your experiences ...
Kitty said…
lol, he's in a wife beater.

how adorable is this little guy? Absolutely mesmerizing. I can see how parents say they just sit and stare at their babies all day (though perhaps it's the sleep deprivation talking)
Kris McCracken said…
Ump, you're spot on there. I particularly like the violent reaction (shouting, abusing, swinging fists) at the mere suggestion of (for example), a bit of ham, even though a day earlier he may have eaten 200 grams of it!

Then, in just as furious a response, the displeasure that you would DARE take that ham away.

Madness. I'm sure that Idi Amin was more polite than Henry.

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