To my Little Guy, Suddenly, you’re not so little. Over the last few weeks, you’ve growth-spurted in a way that’s made every plant in this house super jelly. Pajamas that once fit with room to spare are threatening to hulk out at the feet and your appetite is already edging towards the scary things that moms of teenage boys told me….
To my son, Good lord you are a cute little person. You make me stupid with your cute. (And I don’t care if I’m biased. I should be biased; I’m your mother.) I love your tiny hands and little toes and kissable nose and the consistent mohawk that your hair enjoys becoming. You started grinning back at us in the…