My beautiful blue-eyed boy is 7 months old! How did that happen? He is a lovely, happy, smiley, and very handsome wee man. The only complaint? He's still pretty sure he's a newborn baby and needs to eat every 3 hours overnight. One look at his hefty thighs tells me that he's not wasting away, so I shall live in hope that this trend will come to an end. Soon.
Lucky for him that he's so darn cute, otherwise, he'd be sleeping out in Rob's workshop in a pile of wood shavings. 7 months! Onwards to walking, talking, and crazy shenanigans!
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