The Bug, one year ago today:
Look at that big bald noggin! Those roly poly arms! The edible toes! The chipmunk cheekers! The pure innocent BABYNESS of my sweet little man before he learned to crawl and walk and jump into mud puddles and destroy the main floor of our house in thirty seconds flat!
Today, my Mister is 18 months. One and a half. Halfway to age three, which is halfway to age six, which is 1/3 of the way to 18 years and my baby turning into a GROWN UP who will never ever ever want me read Brown Bear, Brown Bear to him EVER AGAIN.
I'm going to go to bed and sob now.