That's My Boy!

It still amazes me everyday that he is now three. How did that happen? Where did the time go. One day he's a sweet, teeny baby, bald as a cue ball, I am scared that he is going to roll over and get smothered in his crib. Now I can't catch up with him when he is running all over the playground. Uh, and I also can't get him to take a nap.

You have to admit, being chased around by your mother with a camera can't be much fun. I guess I would run. I would fear that she would "shoot me" in my sleep.

He's cute, He's Tortured, but even with his eyes closed, he's adorable.