The House That Baby Built
Kids, I have been Bizzy. The inlaws are a’ visiting, and on Saturday, Karly and Diana hosted an awesome baby shower for me and the fetus, the net result being that the inside of my house looks like Babies R Us exploded in a frenzy of blue and green velour. Oh well — hopefully it’s for a good cause. Anyway, the events of the weekend have left me unprepared for the week, so thank jeebus for my good pal Stephanie over at Even Cleveland, who has once again bailed me out of the Monday doldrums with another fabulous house link.
So, do I just have baby on the brain, or does this radicool Mexico City house look like the inside of a womb?
Because I totally imagine my fetus skipping around in here, singing Sunshine Day, and NEVER, ever, wanting to leave.
Lazy fetus is always lounging around the couch, rolling and stretching his way from seat to seat.
He’s such a bum that I doubt he ever showers.
At night he sacks out on his plush bed pod, sucking his thumb and continuing the infernal KICKING. Obviously, the bed is located adjacent to my bladder.
He needs to find the exit to outside, pronto. Look, fetus — it’s so sunny and bright out there! Go towards the light!
Does anyone know where the door is on this thing?