T-shirts for the hairy

Dad finally heard my pleas and wore a t-shirt during Roo Time. So many things about this are better than the skin-to-skin. I don't get hair in my nose, he doesn't smell as bad, and he's much less slippery. I'll still do skin-to-skin, but I like the t-shirt. A lot. So much so that I've graced Dad with my very first smile on film. I'm pretty sure I've smiled before, but I've never been photographed smiling. Big difference. Mad props to the photographer...

I don't like being in jail. Not one bit. But if I do say so myself, I'm rocking this green and grey prison jumper.