fifteen weeks

Knox's life consists mostly of spitting up everything he eats. I mean, it's so bad. Fortunately, he doesn't flinch and isn't phased a bit. I, on the other hand, could really use a break from catching vom in my hand, cleaning barfed-on wicker chairs with a Q-tip, ruining clothes, and doing wash nonstop. Let the good times roll.

So freaking cute though.