He smells so good...

...it's like a yummy mixture of fresh laundry detergent and baby lotion. Yeah, it's real good. I have yet to smell a dirty diaper. Marci says that he's a little poop shy (yeah, you know what I'm talking about--remember the times when you're stuck in an uncomfortable surrounding i.e camping or a friend's house and on Monday morning you realize that you haven't gone ALL weekend--uh huh, don't pretend you don't know) I guess he only goes at his house. Which is so completely awesome for aunt Ash, I don't have to change or smell it. To be honest, I wouldn't have to change it even if I did get a whiff. Marci's an awesome Mom, she'd be on that in an instance.

Right now he's a little scared of his own tootertwinkles (that's code for FART, which was a BAD word that I wasn't allowed to say growing up, so my parents made up something ridiculous, however, I now quite enjoy saying, "eww... who just tootertwinkled?"). He bonked his head today after he let one rip. It scared him so much he fell over and hit his head on the side of the bed. Let me remind you, this was while my Mom was watching him. Unfortunately for my Mom, Cohen also decided to learn how to roll while sleeping on my parents bed (which is so tall you need a running start to get on) yep, he rolled right off as my Mom was walking in the room. *Cohen was not seriously hurt* However, the truth finally comes out and my Mom nonchalantly tells me that we all rolled off of something when were babies. And I must say I turned out absolutely PERFECT (smart as whip and cute as a button) so Marci and Cohen have nothing to worry about.

This post is mainly just to brag about how outrageously cute my little nephew is and how freakishly weird Ryan is starting to look like my Dad.

I stole these pictures from Marci's blog.