Baby Clothes

There's a lot of money to be made if a person wants to design baby clothes. Whoever does it now just doesn't understand that you have to get the baby into the clothing. It's as if they were made for paper dolls or something. Not to mention that the baby doesn't want to cooperate either. Michael, poor kid, went for a splunking adventure without hitting the caves. I had to undress and re-dress him as he was weighted while Jenny was feeding Thomas.

There we were exploring the vast crevasses of his gown, as he slipped and slided around on the caverns edge. What a thrill! I can only imagine that Michael was having a great time too, because he wasn't really complaining. After I located his head through a tunnel, we quickly located his other limbs and finally surfaced. The adventure, I think, wore me out more than it did him. Afterwards, he was wide awake, probably more so that he was about to be fed by mother more than he was from playing around with me and his clothes.

Baby clothes were not made for parents. I am beginning to wonder if they were even made for babies. Although I have never tried, I believe it would be easier for a person to dress a dog in a baby outfit instead of a baby. At least the dog would be sitting (standing) upright. Not to mentions that a baby's butt is as smooth as any surface I have ever seen, and therefore, tends to move around quite seemlessly. Dogs butts are in the air and wouldn't move at all.

I would also like to make a short note about yesterday's entry. Michael's poop bomb had the velocity of Tiger Woods' golf ball after he hits it with a golf club. While Tiger's swing has been clocked at a speed upwards of 200 mph, Michael's poop was last seen flying over Delaware. Babies in the surrounding cribs have been moved to a safer location down wind of the mini-man poop launcher. I believe the US military is interested in studying the technology that he uses to blast with such dismal force and accuracy.