Jamey isn’t the only one who was tortured for the sack of art during our recent snowstorm.
I’m afraid that little Samuel is only going to recognize me if I have a camera stuck in front of my face. The baby is going to think that my camera is an extension of my body- like a giant nose.
I can’t help it though- when he comes around I just have to take a picture… It’s an overwhelming urge that I can’t control.
Maybe I need therapy.
Or maybe he just needs to get uglier. That’s probably it.
It’s just not right to be this cute.
(P.S.- Samuel only spent thirty seconds outside in the snow, and he was wrapped in a warm blanket the entire time. Please do not send me hate mail about the care of this child. He is fine.)