I think these pictures speak for themselves. But what I wasn't expecting was the nightmare I had last night where We were at our wedding reception and friends and relatives were passing Alistair around. My mom then comes over to me, holding a choking Alistair in her hands and says "I think he ate a toy." So I open his mouth and it's filled with rocks and toys and I start pulling things from his mouth and they just keep coming: toy cars, figurines, jawbreakers, and to top it off a giant glass sculpture of spiderman. He's still having trouble breathing so I have to perform CPR. The dream continued to go on, but I'll spare you my other neuroses.
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