Dmitry’s got this thing where he loves it when I hold my hand over his mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe. I have no idea why he likes this. I need to blog about his more weird habits, and this is one.
Anyway, he is scratching my arm, eagerly seeking mouth-covering which makes it difficult to type. Oh good, now he’s bugging Mommy to do it.
[edit to add] nevermind, it’s the food he smells. Delicious, sumptuous bacon.