stoic
Somehow I was overwhelmed these last few days—skip posting the images I found last Friday, and almost forgot about this week.
This moment the baby is crying in his cradle, a soft fussy whimper. Distracting me away from any sense of commentary I could possible type. He has reached a new stage as well, blowing bubbles, drooling, chewing on fabrics. It's odd how on an hourly basis he seems to grow, inching towards a toddler stage rapidly.
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