a lunchtime conversation: the birds and the bees

apropos of absolutely nothing at all, hugh and i have the following conversation:

hugh: where do babies come from?
me: where do you think babies come from?
hugh: target!
me: target? what about henry?
hugh: henry came from target. {pointing to henry} find the target symbol!
me: uh, sure. we'll look for it after lunch.


i guess you can get anything at target these days.

six months of henry

• can now burp on his own. hooray!
• can roll every which way and uses rolling as a form of locomotion. he's been known to get lodged under the sofa
• can ::almost:: sit unassisted. (he toppled over shortly after the above picture)
• still thinks he's the handsomest, funniest person in the mirror
• eats the following: pears, apples, sweet potatoes, squash and peas. hugh is also a re-converted fan to baby purees. silly older brother!
• doesn't mind when i dress him in absurd hats. see below for proof