By now you guys are probably all “uh, don’t you have,  like, a baby or something? Cause that might be, you know, a little more interesting than what you ate for lunch?” Yes! Yes I do indeed have a baby! And I could prove it by posting the cutest photos ever of the most kissable cheeks you’ve ever seen, or even one of a laughing naked baby in a bathtub, but…and here is further proof, not that it was ever necessary, that I am worth less than nothing as a blogger…I’m not going to.

Oh don’t get me wrong. I loves me some baby photos. I pretty much live for the latest blog posts from other new running moms so I can squeeee and omggggggg over the newest baby photos. Unfortunately, I am a total hypocrite in this regard: I just can’t bring myself to post Captain Cute’s image on the internets without his consent. I feel like it’s not fair to violate his privacy like that. And since it’s going to be a while until he can actually give his consent, I guess that means no baby photos here

…which makes me a little sad, because I would love to show him off. And maybe I’m a double hypocrite because I’ve posted photos of him on Facebook, that famous champion and defender of its users privacy rights, but Facebook is a bit more protected than Teh Internets, you know? With this cozy little circle of readers/commenters here, it’s easy to forget that this here is the big bad internet and that access to this blog and its photos is unfiltered and unrestricted. But it is. And whenever I’m tempted to come on over here with the latest übercute photo of little Capt. C doing his latest trick (rolling over and squealing in delight, anyone?) all it takes is the thought that some psycho could save the photo to their hard drive make me a) want to vomit, and b) stop wanting to post any photos of my son anywhere ever.

Yeah, that sounds a little melodramatic and doesn’t make much logical sense, but that’s my brain for you. Please know that I am absolutely not judging in any way people who think differently – as I said, I love that shit! – and fully recognize my own hypocrisy. Maybe it’s just a sign of my advanced age, in addition to my pathological Twitter aversion and inability to even think about looking at Pinterest.

HAVING SAID THAT (if anyone is still reading…) let me also say that this is seriously one cute baby. He’s 16 weeks old today! He loves lying on his blanket on the floor and kicking his legs around, rolling around, and grabbing the toys on his baby gym. He’s the smiliest thing you’ve ever seen first thing in the morning and I love the moment when he wakes up and looks around for us, and smiles from ear to ear when he sees us. Aaaaaaand he just woke up from his nap, so to summarize: if you want to see some baby cheeks, friend me on Facebook. And I’ll write something about running soon. Watch this space for omgseriouslyfascinating updates on my 11-minute miles and whether I fit into my old jeans.