My brilliant, talented baby has an exceptional talent. From any position in the den, he can manage to turn, twist, roll, and contort his body so that he can see the television. Having done so, he quickly enters that tv-watching zombie state observed frequently in his older siblings. Even worse? Despite repeated rebuke, said siblings will turn his chair around to face the television if they see him doing his maneuvers – to “help him see the tv better.”
He really likes Anthony Bourdain, too. But tonight, he’s insisting on election results while he slurps on his thumb, laying on a blanket in the floor.