This entry is going to be obnoxious. I’m going to brag, I’m going to reveal some things about myself I’m not particularly proud of. I have a dickish side and welcome to it.
It starts like this. Everyone thinks his or her child is beautiful, and everybody should. You’d be inhuman and a jerk if you didn’t.
When Lord Chubbington was born I had no idea what I’d be getting. I knew I’d love him to death, that he’d be my heart walking around outside my body, but beyond that I had no clue. And lots of ok-looking people have pretty ugly babies. But I had no idea I’d be gifted with this exquisite creature. Sometimes he takes my breath away. Sometimes it makes me tear up. Lest you think I’m being shallow here, I, of course, love him for more than his supernatural cuteness. He is the sweetest, funniest, goofiest little fellow, and he must make me laugh 50 times a day. But he’s also SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL.
And I know this entry is nakedly braggadocios and jerky, but I had to get to just vomit this up and get it out. I’M SO FUCKING PROUD! I can’t believe I had any hand in this. I’ve always had pretty low self-esteem, and honestly it’s a kick knowing I had anything to do with how gorgeous and lovely and lovable he is.
I took some good pictures with a real camera yesterday. I give you–objectively–one of the cutest babies on the face of the earth:
Look at the shape of his eyes, his teeny little button nose. He’s just…unreal.
Another thing I made: Burgers with Browned Mushrooms and Onions, Swiss Cheese and Bacon with Arugula on Kaiser Rolls + Perfect Crispy Potatoes (I put a little butter and mayo on the rolls)