I know this picture of Keith is blurry but look at the face he is making. Crazy eyebrow boy.
Keith is exploiting a silky loophole big enough to sail a yacht through. Although he insists otherwise, the silkies are not allowed out of his crib. Remember? He definitely knows who is an unwitting accomplice, Uncle Jon, Jessica the Babysitter, Katy, Mommy when she feels sorry for the baby with a sore throat....
On the days he doesn't get his way he has found a way around it: SILKY-IZE ANYTHING. He is particularly fond of things with tags, silky tags that is. Lately he'll snatch a bib out of the drawer, snuggle up with a pillow, anything to feed the need. These pictures are all from this morning. Three silkies in less than 45 minutes.
1. Patrick's napping pillow
2. The dog blanket
3. A bib
The one consistent in these pictures is his pointer finger in his mouth. You see, the silky is just an excuse to suck on his finger.
When I picked him up after spin class today he tried to commandeer my sweaty gym towel. If you ask me, he needs to be a little more discriminating.
It is hard to argue against the power of the silky and finger. He is one content and self-soothed little boy. Wait until I tell you about the head massage........
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