Category: neck deep in the zeitgeist

He’s big enough now to go in the jog stroller without his car seat. He’s taken the change with his characteristic equanimity. Although this picture makes it look like he’s much too small for it.

… than chewing on Mommy’s hair.

Okay, this concept has led to some confusion in the past, so just to be perfectly clear: Conrad is Conrad, today. Condad is me, in 1966.

Conrad

Condad

Conrad

Condad

That was yesterday. Today he liked it just fine.

The title refers to the fact that in this photo Conrad looks more like he’s playing the harmonica than eating a teething biscuit. We expect him to pop a tooth pretty soon but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain yet. So maybe we should hold off on the teething biscuits, which turn to a paste that quickly hardens on hands, face and bib. For a while we thought we’d have to use a green scrubby to get it off.