Eviction Notice

I don't think anyone told the man-cub that today is his day to rise and shine.

 

... except that's not true, because Andrew keeps poking my belly and saying, "Out! Come out!" It would appear our son is stubborn. Oh, dear.

 

I want to kiss his little fingers.

 

I think my prayers at this point are something akin to a little girl tugging on her father's sleeve:
"When, Daddy? When can I have my present? Soon?"