Days become the weeks become the months become the years

Sound the klaxons, today’s a no-napper, folks, A NO-NAPPER.

So while we deal with the neighborhood cranky baby, I’ll leave you to ponder what six months can do.

Freshly cooked baby, maybe two weeks old. He still seems slightly underdone, doesn’t he?

I just took a 30-minute break because Sebastian just woke up howling. Anyway:

Six-month-old baby shoveling a pear? Boiled potatoes? Banana? Into his face.

From May to November. Enough time to get in shape. To take a trip around the world. To write a book. To fatten up a tiny human.


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