a sick little babyboy. (in this picture i'm not cuddling him so that you can see how i wasn't even holding him up, he was just kind of crumpled against me like a... i don't know. what does that? like a wet leaf maybe. maybe more like a wet noodle.) today, however, he only wants to be held by his grandpa and walked around the house looking for him, crying, saying "abu, abu, abu..." my poor dad had to come in from the shop and hold him for a few hours, nothing else would do. fortunately, i excel at automechanics, so i was able to go out and fix a number of cars (that my dad wasn't even able to get going) and turn an incredible profit, so in the end we all won. i mean, it went something like that. or maybe i just took a nap. gee whiz, now i can't remember.