|Bro smoothie 'stache.|
We're trying to take him seriously, but it's hard.
|Classic blankie photobomb.|
(Little boys wearing bubblegum pink glitter toe nail polish is in right now, so I'm pretty sure pearls are, too.)
|Proprioceptive and vestibular input junkie.|
Callum has big boy feelings, strong ones.
|Sit-in protesting leaving the pool.|
He's been obsessed with lightsabers for months now, and feels perfectly comfortable in the middle of a 4th grade battle.
|Turns out weapons are allowed in the post office, if they know you.|
And while he's not super talkative about anything other than "FOOD!" he's got the sound effects down.
Callum is a runner, and he likes to just take off without letting us know, especially at Target. He can find the fastest route to the toy department from any starting point.
|Wandering the desert with half a pool noodle, following the force.|
While I think it is a nursing strike, as of tonight I declare you weaned. Going cold turkey from three times a day to zero is hard on your old mother's body.
Twenty three months is a good run.
I'm still going to call you my baby.