Finally Some Cuteness

Hi again everyone. I know you'll all be amazed by the fact that this is the second post I've done in as many days, but hey, I'm all about exceeding expectations. Actually, we really do feel relaxed a bit more again today, and I think it's probably because we forced my mom to come over last night and deal with child while we went for a long drive and just got the chance to actually talk to each other about other things than, "Gee, baby's screaming, what should we do?" It was heavenly.

Actually, I think there's a really good reason that he's started to turn around a little bit. It's going to sound a little bit weird to all of you who haven't heard of it, but bear with me: we've taken Theo to the chiropractor.

Yup, you heard correctly--the chiropractor. Before you start thinking I'm a terrible dad and calling child services, infant chiropractic is nothing like adult. The adjustments (I love that term--it sounds like some strange Clockwork Orange-type behaviour modification) are quite gentle--there is no cracking of bones involved. Wait, I guess those are joints that crack. If the chiropractor was all about cracking bones, their practice would probably not do very well.

Anyway, I'm a convert to infant chiropractic. Some of you may think they're pseudo-doctors, but I can only tell you that it's worked for us. If you're interested in how I know, let's talk about it personally. Poo stories are too graphic for the general audience.

Okay, I promised some cuteness, so cuteness you will receive. Here's a shot of Theo sleeping at his Grandpa Ted and Grandma Betty's house.

Alright, alright, here's another one.

Just a couple more for you. The other day I was holding Theo in bed and I had to get up, so I propped him up against my pillow. I love these shots because it totally looks like he's just hanging out in bed like an adult would do. All he needs is a crossword.

See you again soon.