Then it is time to eat. Yea you know the bottle with the formula. If he's not craning his neck to see the dog, what is going on outside, or watching Yo Gabba Gabba, he's touching my face, poking me in the eye, or trying to dig for gold in my nose. Hey that's my gold up there Bubs. You'll get some when I pick my own nose and give it to you.
Most days I feel Bubba Boy has won the Gold for wrestling. Other days it's me. I just have to think like a 7 month old boy instead of a 43 year old female. No problem.
Have a great weekend.