What can’t this kid do?

He’s a snotty green mess again and is soaking his clothes with drool, but is happy as a clam and a complete pleasure to be around (except for the whole crying every two hours at night for just long enough to wake me up thing, then he goes right back to sleep while I stay awake, eating and listening to food podcasts). He’s got the milk sign down and is not afraid to use it, is practicing walking with gusto, and eating more than ever: Big fruit smoothie for breakfast (strawberries, blackberries, cherries, banana, coconut, and raw tahini butter), one small roasted yam with cinnamon and coconut oil for lunch, and half an avocado and cucumber slices for dinner, plus milk galore.

I cried all through Life As We Know It not because it was good, but because there’s a baby involved and it feels like Ian’s going to go to Kindergarten tomorrow at this rate. Holy hormones.

Here’s our little man in his jelly toast t-shirt from Auntie Tiff and Auntie Katie. I know, right? Don’t even get me started on his lobster socks…