Occasionally they put aside their mutual antipathy long enough for me to snap a photo.
Thomas just can’t even.
One of Thomas’ favorite games is to carefully and deliberately hide his ball under the couch, then stare at me until I get so unnerved that I’m forced to fetch it for him. This is not, unfortunately, one of my favorite games.
I was catching up on Project Runway, and Thomas was playing supermodel.
Sometimes just his tail sticks out. It reminds me of sleeping with one foot sticking out from under the covers.
Peanut butter helps with nail trims, but Thomas still hates them with the heat of a thousand suns.
This winter Thomas has discovered that blankets are awesome. He usually likes to be completely covered, but occasionally he’ll poke his nose out.
I was watching TV. I looked over and saw this. He seems a bit concerned, with his squeaky ball pacifier, and I think maybe he’s not quite old enough for PG-13 programming.
And then this happened. I laughed so hard I gave myself Death Asthma.
Pink Piggy is srs bsns.
Where do you store your squeaky ball? Thomas recommends storing toys and snacks in the nearest rain boot.
Baby boy’s begface is on point.