He rules with a chubby, dimpled, iron fist

Three months of Beast Boy, and this is what I have to say: I never knew that a tiny human who squalls and yells in my face to "request" my service, who looks me in the eye while he's filling his diaper, who fights me while I'm wiping HIS butt, who wakes me up at all hours of the night, demands so much of my personal time that it's nearly impossible to take basic care of my basic needs (like, you know, eat, use the bathroom, shower, get dressed...), could be so, so


delightful.


In fact, I love this little squirt so much that I don't mind that he reigns as a tiny despot in this household. It's crazy how much I don't mind it. Don't get me wrong; there are days when I think I'm going insane because I haven't had a shower and the house smells like crap (literally), but a smile from the little dude (and a quick shower) makes everything alright. Other days, I think I'm losing my mind due to sleep and food deprivation, but then Beast Boy coos, and then what am I supposed to do? Nothing, except melt like putty into his chubby Roman hands and obey his every command.

So that you can understand a little bit of his delightfulness, here are some photos from the last three months in chronological order.

And that sums up three months of his life with Gordita and The Compensator.