My baby. My littlest little is 8 and it seems like just yesterday he took his sweet old time to come into this world. But when he did, he was hungry and he hasn’t stopped saying, “I’m hungry” since! I’m truly afraid of what will happen when he’s 12!

He is kind and sensitive, stubborn as stink, but also super cuddly. He’s my wee man and I wish I could bottle what’s left of those cute chubby little cheeks as his face changes with those big front teeth… Sigh… This is 8.

Shona xo