Photo Essay

Will is almost six months old and in that brief time, so much has already changed. For instance:

This is Will when he was first born. Cute, tiny and unable to do anything for himself. Sure there were disadvantages to him being that young, but the upside was that he slept a lot and he couldn’t get into any trouble because he couldn’t move. Compare that to now:

Notice the “Who, me??” look on his face when I came out of the bathroom and caught him red-handed. Just like his daddy, nothing is ever going to be his fault.

But his height, weight and hand-eye coordination are not the only changes I’m talking about. It has also come to my attention that the hierarchy in the Gouveia household has changed dramatically. It used to be: Humans, Dogs, Cats. Now it’s Will, Dogs, Cats, Humans. I’d like to mark this next picture Exhibit A:

This is the sight I’m met with more often than not lately when I try to relax on my own couch at the end of the day. She looks comfortable doesn’t she? Stretched out on her back, paws up in the air without nary a care in the world…you know, kind of like I was hoping to feel.

And I’m also finding that the higher-ups on the food chain are beginning to conspire against me and MJ. Exhibit B:

I’m a little scared. With these two in power I’m not sure how long MJ and I will be able to maintain authority. It just goes to show you how quickly things change and how fast these kids really do grow. I know, I know…everyone and their mother warned us about how fast they grow up, but no one ever listens to that crap. But it’s true.

But it doesn’t matter, because after all…how can you get mad when you have a kid like this?

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9 thoughts on “Photo Essay

  1. Dude. Yes. You’re IN FOR IT. And I mean that in the best possible way.

    I’ve added your site to my reader about 4,000 times and yet, I never get any notifications that you’ve updated. Which makes me angry. And no one likes an angry pregnant person.

  2. No one has to tell me about angry pregnant women.

    I’m sorry. I don’t know why it won’t come up. I plugged it into my Google reader and it works just fine. Make sure you’re plugging in:

    http://www.daddyfiles.com/mybloghtm/

    instead of http://www.daddyfiles.com. But you probably knew that and tried it so I’ll try to figure out what’s up and get back to you. In the meantime, please don’t eat me! ;-)

  3. Until he’s set your kitchen on fire and covered every surface of aforementioned room in 5 lbs of REALLY expensive Canadian flour, I have zero sympathy for you.

    At least your child can only conspire with the dogs. Mine conspire with each other. I’ve got the mastermind, the accomplice, the look-out and a strong affinity for Southern Comfort.

  4. Seriously, the cutest baby on the planet. Wait until he’s walking and tries to “ride” the dogs.

  5. I second the trying to ride the dog comment. We’re still convincing the boys that the dogs are NOT ponies. Even if the same size. :)

  6. You don’t even have a clue, my friend. Just wait until he’s around five and he takes the garden hose, sticks it in the dryer vent on the outside of the house, filling up your very expensive new dryer and flooding the basement floor. Then you can talk to me about mayhem.

    As for the dog on the couch, I’ve got dogs upside down on the couch, the bed, you name it. You’ve got a ways to go to get my sympathy ;-)

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