Like when it's raining, and you have to do things like load enormous, Costco-sized boxes into your car while trying to keep a 10-month-old person for whom you are solely responsible dry by blocking him from a tropical storm with your body.
In my experience, you do absolutely need a diaper bag...but it doesn't actually need to be a diaper bag.
It's the cutest thing, and makes me proud of him in a total I'm-that-parent way. It's also SO TERRIFYING.
Our videographer is MIA this week (off becoming a grandpa!), so I dug into the home video reserves for something sort of thematically relevant.
I went to brunch with my friend Liz earlier today, and about halfway through I called Kendrick to ask him to come get the baby because he seemed a little tired.
