Ch-ch-ch-changes

My baby boy is growing up. He is crawling everywhere and he has one tooth on the bottom and more coming in on top. He can clap his hands, say Mama, and has the most fantastic belly laugh that I have ever heard. His only fault is that he has to be near me at all times. If I put him down in the living room and walk to the kitchen, he crawls after me furiously and cries, "Mama! Mama! Mama!"

Okay, who am I kidding? That's not a fault. That's just pure heart melting. Man, I love this kid.