Because babies with swords are so cuddly. Source: via 500px.com via Kyoco on Pinterest via Pinterest you are drunk
Reblogging for Nate Smith, who probably wishes he took this photo.
Okay David, you got me.
DAD! You have one of those swords! Let’s do this!
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Working on my new ninja skills.
We went to the Zoo today. I made a donation.
Well Parker, welcome to a life of being used as a prop for Dad’s stupid jokes. Don’t worry, someday we get to pick his retirement home.
You don’t wipe your tears on another man’s pants
Check out my sweet new ride. Mom and Dad say that Parker gave it to me, because apparently they think I’m a chump. But I’m playing along. It makes them happy. And if they think I believe them, then that’s just one more source to receive gifts from.
Oh, my helmet? Yeah, it’s got Spider-Man on it. Pretty Bad A if you ask me. I don’t know what “Bad A” means, but Dad says it all the time.
It took a little while to get the hang of it. Dad kept crowding me, though. I was all like, “Back off old man.” You know? I need some space. I can’t have him looming over me while I’m working on my moves. It just doesn’t look cool.
Recently Chandler has been asking me to back off a lot. He’ll be out in the neighborhood riding his tricycle, or his new scooter (which Parker gave him as a gift), and I’ll be following him around to make sure he’s okay. Suddenly he’ll turn to me, hold his hand up, and say, “Will you not come with me please?”
Is this happening already? Is my son already pushing me out of his life? Am I already that uncool?
Yes.
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Check out my sweet new ride. Mom and Dad say that Parker gave it to me, because apparently they think I’m a chump. But I’m playing along. It makes them happy. And if they think I believe them, then that’s just one more source to receive gifts from.
Oh, my helmet? Yeah, it’s got Spider-Man on it. Pretty Bad A if you ask me. I don’t know what “Bad A” means, but Dad says it all the time.
It took a little while to get the hang of it. Dad kept crowding me, though. I was all like, “Back off old man.” You know? I need some space. I can’t have him looming over me while I’m working on my moves. It just doesn’t look cool.
The male approach to diapering, circa 1950.
My father-in-law was watching the boys for us once and had to wipe a tooshie after one of them pooped in the potty. Before he did, he put on rubber gloves.
DAD! We need to get one of these!
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Boom! I am a brother. Mommy says it’s ironic that I became a big brother on the same night as the first episode of Big Brother. She sounded a little mad about that.
This lil guy is named Parker. Daddy is trying to act like he hadn’t even considered the fact that Spider-Man’s name is Peter Parker. Yeah right, Dad. You’re not fooling anyone. You’ll probably do everything you can to make sure his first word is “Thwip!”
Anyway, look at me holding that kid…LIKE A BOSS! I’m going to be the best big brother ever. This blog, Improvising Brotherhood, will be my way of documenting all of my brotherly awesomeness.
