Talking with a full mouth!

Well, we can look at it this way: I'm The Biggest Loser in the Manchester household.  Counter point: FEED ME.

This feels so good on my tummy.  I mean, am I right or am I right readers?  Small problem, when I do this he and she STAND OVER me for the entire nap looking at my nose.

Yes, maitre d'? We will have one more for dinner.  

Oy!  How about you slide that salt shaker this way, slim?  Two weeks and my captors are still feeding me rice and oatmeal.

Alright, let's just get this out of the way, you're going to put this on the black shiny thing on the wall when I bring a girl home.  Ha, ha, ha!  Here's the thing, folks, I look GOOD.

Ben's mom knows my tickle spot!  She had me in stitches.  Dad, that is just a figure of speech.  Put that down.

My cohabitants refer to this as a Nick Nolte wake up scene.  Give me a minute to shake these webs.

Right out of the fridge!  When they're cold, they feel oohhh so good.

This guy is ALL OVER ME!  Can a baby get a moment's peace in his Bumbo?  He does shovel rice with the best of them.

Now this is the sort of lesson I like.  It's been a busy month!  What kind of dad steals his son's blanket?  Honestly? Share, the, covers, dude.