Wito is experiencing a shrieking phase. A major shrieking phase. And not in an unhappy or bothered way, but in a blissful my-life-is-AWESOME kind of way. Time to eat? IIIEEEEEEYYYEEEEEEE! Time for a nap? IIIEEEYYYEEEEEEEEEEE! Time to play? IEEEYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE! Time for Music Together? IEEEYYYYEEEEEEEEE! Time for a walk? IEEEEYYEEEEEEEEEEEE! You get the picture. At first, […]
This morning, I noticed in the Nabbalicious Margarita Recap that she mentioned “Tales of Wito’s adorableness are no fib, either. In fact, I think Whoorl totally underplays how cute he is.” Um, is that like an INVITATION to boast and spew forth all things Wito? My precious, old soul Wito? Sounds like it to me, […]
Is it just me or does “Wito” sound extremely leader-of-the-baby-mafia-ish. I can hear it now, “DUDE, don’t let Wito find out what you did…he’ll cut your balls off”. That or he’ll eat you. First things first. Let me just say that ultrasounds are horrible. Not so much the ultrasound itself, but having to restrain a […]
He would like everyone to know that the GOCD lady caused no permanent damage.
Dear Internets, Am I crazy? Love, Whoorl Ya’ll, I really want to tell you about our 1,500-mile road trip from last week, but my GOCD (Germ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) is going to take precedence today. As you know, I have been dealing with The Sickness, passed so gingerly along over the holidays by my father, […]