Poet is seven months old today. Seven. Months. Old. He keeps growing! No likeeeeeeeeeeeeee! My little tiny preciousssssssss baby is turning into a tiny boy. It's all happening much too quickly.
So, yes.. totally turning into a little boy before my eyes. A little boy who would really like to try that cup of chai tea. A little boy who's evil mother will never ever allow him to try that chai tea.
And yet, there are still many many moments like this...
He's tried carrots and bananas and he likes to play with his toys in HIS OWN WAY damnit but he is still my little baby who wants to cuddle up and nurse so he can take a nap.
So, I guess the world is still an okay place.