It blows my mind that the fetal position that once resided in my body now takes up a laundry basket.
What's better than a box? Not much.
Poor Pax is still trying to get some teeth. Chewing on the papalilly (Everett-speak for caterpillar) antennae.
It pays to be a peeping Tom when you sneak a peak at a very sweet moment between Daddy and son.
Shenanigans in the kitchen after dinner.
I love pictures like this. It really shows what 19.5 months will do! (Pax is naked because he was wearing his dinner.)