The baby is a capricious god...

...but he finds your offering of blueberries acceptable.

Modesty

After a good hard play in multiple parks, ARR's pants were covered in dirt and leaves and such. We weren't going out again and the apartment was a comfortable temperature, so when I changed his diaper, I just left him in his onesie and socks. Aside from the fact that no one was going to see him, he's a baby. Onesies are completely acceptable attire for the under-two set. He didn't need pants that he was just going to get dirty.

After a winter of wearing pants constantly, however, ARR apparently begs to differ on this matter.

I set him down on the floor. He promptly marched off and made a beeline for the only pair of pants he has easy access to: his snowpants. He retrieved them and brought them straight back to me, holding them up demandingly.

OK, child, you win. I apologize for offending your sartorial sense. Kid got new pants.

(Apparently we'll be needing to regularly put him in shorts after all. I'd been debating on whether I thought he was too old to run around outside in a onesie. He thinks so.)

2014 Book Review #28: Allan Quartermain

Title: Allan Quartermain
Author: H. Rider Haggard
Genre: Classic adventure
Thingummies: 2

Synopsis: Big game hunter returns to Africa for one last adventure; finds lost tribe of white people on a hidden plateau.

Thoughts:( So, what did you think? )