Although Maitland mostly slept while we were hangin', there were some quality moments. I'll never forget the memories... Rob and I gobbling down entire French Silk Pies, flipping between episodes of "The Real Housewifes of Orange County" and "Robot Chicken" while Maitland sucked on my cheeks thinking they were boob and filled his pants. Thanks for the fun Maiters. Hard to believe that the next time I'll see you you'll probably be eating squash puree, crawling around and, well, still pooping in your pants.
* - Well, almost right away. It took me a little while to get used to the crusty, burnt raisin vestige of his umbilical cord.

Maitland Floppin' Out

Maiters and Me

Have Fun Getting His Ass Wiped

Maitland and His Pops




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