This. This is what Bean looked like around this time last year. This!
He was chubby, rotund, and all the best kinds of squishy.
It was his season of life to eat-to-live-to-eat, catch up on seven seasons of Dexter, and ignite a local epidemic of babyious feverious in every grocery store and coffee shop within a 10 mile radius.
Oh, oh, and we had this great song&dance routine at bedtime.
He would pretend to be a big boy and fall asleep in the bassinet, to impress DaDa.
And get this, this is the best part.
I would pretend to be a big girl and put him IN the bassinet.
Like he wasn't gonna sleep that night, or the next, or the next seventy-four nuzzled in the cocoon of that which is, my left armpit.