In honor of making his 100th post today, Gus decided to do something blogworthy last night. I’m sure he was thinking to himself, “I am a boring fat little boy.” So after we put him to bed and left the room, he tore his shirt off, stood up in his crib (for the first time), and started yelling at the moon.
This is how his mom found him, and as no cameras were present you’ll have to use your imagination. He certainly got our attention though, which was no doubt his aim. (“I know. I’ll take my shirt off!”)