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.