If this blog crashes I am screwed. Because, in spite of the fact that I never even made it to the one-year mark of Campbell's scrapbook (I think I made it to about 6 months) Stratton will always say he got the "second born" shaft.
He will say that I love Campbell more. He will say that there are like a million pictures of Campbell and like two of him. He will tell his therapist that HE never had his birth officially announced on nice card stock paper- matte finish, not glossy. And then he'll go on to say that if I had bothered to announce his birth through the old fashioned snail mail that I would have probably done it on the cheap and gone with glossy paper. Then he'll tell his little tramp of a girlfriend that his mother loved him soooo much that she announced his birth to the world on the world wide freaking web! And on Facebook???!!!??! How embarrassing, MOTHER!!!
I have no idea what to do about this little conundrum... I am thinking of grounding him for making me feel so pre-guilty.
In the meantime, I thought the little stinker deserved some face time and not on Facebook.. and without his sister crowding the shot. Maybe his therapist will give me a couple of brownie points in 20 years.
Please ignore the pink baby doll he is playing with... that is another therapy session all together.
Is this a profile, or what?
Maybe he'll have Michael Jordan style "ups" to go with the MJ tongue action
Peace and love from Leander!