Things are beginning to look familiar to me.
It's times like these that a fellow has to stop and take stock of his situation.
Is it time for a snack?
I'm not certain ... but...
was someone singing happy birthday?
Hey...have you guys noticed that spot on the ceiling?
It looks like a butterfly.
"...will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?"
Didn't think I knew the words, did ya?
I want to go to sleep.
That's my Dad. I like it when he holds me.
Mom got me this red cape because she thinks I'm gonna grow up to be Superman.
Joshua - one month old.