Little Man was playing in the living room last night when it struck us how much he suddenly looked like a little boy and not a baby. The way he was interacting, and playing with the doggies (we both expect his first word to be “Dezi”), and even the way his face looked framed by what is getting to be pretty bushy blonde hair — he’s just a boy now, no longer a baby boy. Where does the time go? He’ll be eight months old next week, and he’ll be a year old before we know it. He learns something new every single day now, and watching him developing his skills makes me wonder what happened to that helpless little infant I held in my arms last December…



P.S. Here are some pics of him sitting with Pop Pop while wearing his Southern Illinois Miners “uniform” that Grandma made him…