Yolande

The blackmail photoshoot

I made a decision the other day: my baby boy's butt is too freaking adorable and hilarious to keep in a diaper at all times. I don't ever want to forget the multiple rolls on top of rolls on top of cellulite on this kid. And someday, when he has his first girlfriend (after age 21, of course, since mommy will be his number one gal until then), I can totally whip out these photos and embarrass the heck out of him. Black mail at it's finest.

I tried to keep them G-rated, with strategic blanket placement, because let's get real: nobody needs to see Truman's junk. Just his lovely baby lumps. :)

His rolls have rolls, you guys. I think he has about six of them from his butt to his knee.





And the cellulite? Why can't mine be this cute?



Baby man boobs are basically the most adorable thing ever, no?


I just want to eat him right up.








He wants to gobble himself up, too



Baby boy, don't you grow up too fast now, okay?




Oh, he has a face, too. :)






My little man. Sigh.






I love you, Truman. All nineteen pounds of you, rolls and all.