Peas

This guy will be 7 months old tomorrow.

Today he is drooling his breakfast peas and his jammies have a thin layer of 

dried peas crust on them. 

He has learned that it is fuuuuunny to blow raspberries at mommy 

when his mouth is full of food.

But sitting here across from him.

Feeding him,

talking to him,

laughing with him,

being covered in his spit-food...

There's just nothing else in the whole world I'd rather be doing right in this moment.

And as a special treat, the elusive "I'm poopin' here" face.

You're welcome.