Look at those mischievous brown eyes. Imagine them peeking at you from over the couch as you are trying to read a book. Needless to say, not a lot of reading has gone on.
Some of you have requested to know my thoughts on Motherhood. Where to begin? Suffice it to say that I never imaged that I would pick someone's nose with my own hands. Yes, another nose on another human. Nasty, but a labor of love. THAT is motherhood.
Squirmy IS cuteness personified. So, if you wonder why I have no time to write these days, just realize that this little guy is the reason.