My Spring hat

Hugh is just ridiculously fun this week.

He puts himself down at night without a peep and sleeps the night away; eats salmon and broccoli and mashed potatoes with the loudest “NUM NUM” that makes you feel like Julia Childs (the Meryl Streep version); asks lots of questions with an inflection tone that sounds like “Eh?”; can point to your nose if you ask him; laughs hysterically at trucks and tripping and kitty cats; and sidles up next to you and pats your back with a soft smile.

Don’t worry, I’m knocking on wood as I type.

Here come the Terrible 2s, the stiff baby tantrums, the next virus, the molars. But for now, it’s Friday and I have the best baby in the whole wide world.