spitty, spitty,everwhere

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i just dropped cathy at the airport, and i feel sad. her help was tremendous and i feel so lucky to have such a good friend. she washed dishes and cooked and took trash out and played with wolly and got me out to yoga and fed and washed and loved the baby and was, as always, highly entertaining and good fun to be around. she did it all. you know how it is when someone is so good to you all you want to do is be good back? that's how i feel.
anyway, having someone else around during the day to help take care of tay really shined the light on the regularity of his bodily functions. he's a slobbering, pooping mess. it gets worse as the day goes on so by nightfall he's usually a damp, powder-caked, spikey-haired wreck.
he projectile vomited on cathy and this morning he christened her with his manly powers. there's just nothing in the world funnier than having your son wee on your best friend. she took it like a champ, but i'll never forget lying in bed and hearing her whine, "ooohhhh gooooodddd, he's peeeing on me! CATH! he's peeeeeeiiiing on me!" good times.
john tayloe prince of santa monica is molting. it was just a matter of time before his hair started to fall out. and it has. every morning his little hairline is further and further back and it's starting to look as though he's wearing a toupe. left behind is a soft, downy layer of white hair. oh wait. it's mine that's turning white (er, gray). his, i guess, is platnium.
i think the whole process is going to take some time, so i fully expect that when he heads to virginia to meet the rest of his family, he'll have some kind of wild ass hairdo that's somewhere inbetween what it was and what it eventually will be. that'll make for some pretty christening pics, eh?