He was kicked out of the bedroom during the great flea war of spring and still protests his exile by stealing any sleeping area he can. He also laid across the laptop keyboard when I was typing and he had given up asking politely for breakfast. We were completely out of cat food. Oops!
The beginnings of something wonderful. Hopefully.
On the topic of Aoife, Emagene sums it up well: eat, poop, cry, fart, sleep.
Other Emagene sound bites:
"Swings go faster. Fans go higher"
While Pete is talking with the baby, "I'm trying to eat here, dad!"
My living room after kids.