Fox Friday

This will be interesting to no one besides myself and the grandmas, but here’s little Fox, eight weeks old, trying to show up his brother by telling a story of his own. Suspense! Romance! Hiccups!

He’s really just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and goddamn if I’m not one of those lunatic mothers who puts her children to bed and then spends the next three hours scrolling through pictures of them on various media devices. I’ve done this with Wombat all along, but now there are two of them! Two! I was unprepared for this, as I honestly didn’t think the second one would be equally if not more delectable. This is all giving Simon’s neck quite the workout as he reads along and shakes his head because he married a crazyperson. But COME ON.

Someone tie me down so I don’t race to the crib and kiss him awake right now.