I don't blame her. I blame her brain.
She'll be a botanist whether she likes it or not.
Until they start making pizza-flavored baby food, expect this often.
Memo to every other parent in the world: Step. It. Up.
SuperBaby possesses the ability to sleep multiple consecutive hours without crying.
He sweats pure testosterone.
His parents did this just so they could blackmail him as an adult.
They knew he was different from other children when his first word was "discursive."
Against Big Business. For Big Bird.
He's so tiny in the last one that it's just a fetus.
He can only fall asleep to his mother reading the menu.
Don't worry, you're only stuck in the swingset for now. Unfortunately you're stuck with your parents for life.
This adds a whole new meaning to "baby got back."
He puts the aww in hor d'oeuvres.
If you think he's surprised now, you should wait until he's being viciously attacked by sea gulls.
Moments later they both started laughing hysterically. They go way back.
Hell no, Elmo. To the basement of forgotten toys you go.
Diapers to die for.
New Slogan: Change him now, not later.
Does that qualify as a knit slip?
The key is to dig your big toe into the soft spot for balance.
He's got the chillest crib on the block.
What's a meta, baby?