To celebrate, Graham barfed all over himself while we were driving around Houston looking for a place to live next year. Then Daddy-O bought him a cool green ball to make him feel better, and also because we think Graham should have a ball (a blow-up globe doesn't really count). Then the waitress at Pappasito's Cantina wouldn't stop glomming all over him because he is so cute and she is so disrespectful of a baby's personal boundaries. But can we blame her? Not really.
Happy Half Birthday, Graham!
Happy half birthday Graham! But I'm curious, why specify that we're talking solar years here? Just in case some of your readers calculate time based on the orbits in a neighboring planetary system I suppose.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I find it really irritating when strangers kiss/touch the face of/breathe directly on my baby. What do you do? Smile while you squirm inside? That's my usual approach, and then I feel guilty for not standing up for my child's rights. Alas...