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a portrait of my son once a week, every week, in 2014
Our little rolly polly. Lately we can put you down on a blanket with some toys and you’re happy to roll around playing with them for a while. As long as we give you a few tickles on occasion so you know that we’re still around. Ms. Linda at daycare says you’re rolling around everywhere there, doing your best to get into trouble. She sure does love to call you rotten, but I think she calls her favorites that. Papa and I should probably start baby-proofing the house, before we know it you’re going to be tearing it all apart.
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2014
I finally got a profile shot. We love your perfectly round face and head, especially when you’re using it to slobber all over us. You’re growing so much every day. It is crazy to think just a few months ago you were half this size. At the rate you’re growing up you’ll be the size of a house in no time. How about you slow down a bit, ok?
a portrait of my son once a week, every week in 2014
There isn’t much you love more these days than your feet. If we put socks on you, you will immediately pull them off to get at your toes. It’s a bit cold for that, but I’m willing to keep putting those socks on just so you can pull them off again. This weekend we had a randomly nice day, so we let you roll around without any clothes on for a bit, it’s your favorite way to be. Daddy blew such good raspberries on your belly you ended up with bright red skin for the rest of the day, but you laughed and laughed and laughed.