Rowan hasn't been in the mood for photo shoots lately as we are re-negotiating his contract. His demands include a velour onesie, a blinged out binky, and amnesty from all future time-outs. I have to give the little guy credit for driving such a hard bargain, but no dice. Actually, he hasn't been so happy because of a blocked tear duct. This is actually quite common, and it already appears to be subsiding so he should be back under the spotlight soon. For now, here he is at two weeks.
"Yes, my evil plan is working perfectly. Now GO! Back to the salt mines! I need salt for my beef stew!"
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