chillin...

me and the baby, just chillin. taz was scared of the thunder earlier today before kate and i left for the art bomb spring show and kept trying to get under my bed. my bed consists of two mattresses with no "under" to hide under. taz kept pushing his head against the bottom mattress. at times like that, i wonder how much little tazzy has going on upstairs, if you know what i mean. i love my ten-year old baby.