It hit me today: FoH is truly a little boy now.

Six weeks shy of three and he is :

Talking nonstop. Telling stories. Making sense of his world in his own little ways.

Just the other night he told me he and Le BF had seen a huge spider in The Garage. With great concern, he told me, no touch, mommy. Spider hurt and icky dirty.

That’s my boy. Sure to reference anything that might have germs.

What a guy.