Sunday, January 29, 2012

Transportation

Every day, I bundle Ferris up in a baby carrier, and we head into the subway, where Ferris alternates between flirting and sleeping. When we exit, we pass restaurants, bars, stores, banks, fantasy shops. Taxis pass us; we pass old women who carry small dogs the way I carry Ferris. How old is your baby? How old is your dog? Oh really, she can cross the street by herself? Ferris can't do that yet.



And some videos, since simply describing Ferris and his good humor would be cheating you.


Naptime, not going so well.


Ferris absolutely adores his daddy. Nick just has to walk into the room to get him smiling and laughing.


As for me, I need to work for my baby giggles.

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