Look, I know I haven't been updating, and you're tired of coming back to read me when all I do is keep acknowledging this fact. Check it out though, Kyle and I have moved in almost completely and when we're all set up I will sit down and have a nice long chat with you.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with this: Women, when you leave the house, clothe your babies. Or at least make them wear bathing suits. I mean, I'm all for letting babies go naked a lot of the time like tiny little monkeys, and I'm not implying that baby genetalia is indecent. I just think that there should be a level of separation between infants and the world at large. It makes me cringe to think of chubby cheeks obscured by smog. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's good for baby feet to be cloven hooves worn thick by cement by the time the owner is 4. Or maybe not. Preserve the deliciousness of your baby. Clothe it.
Also (and this just occurred to me), what if the baby poops?! Where would the poop go?!?
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