I'm sad to say he still eats like this.
He may not be quite as messy, but he still shovels it in with his hands.
I love this picture. It's happiness and joy.
I can remember the saddness of realizing I no longer had a baby to rock at night. I remember the sadness in taking down his crib and of giving away the baby clothes.
And now, he's turning 5. Where does all the time go?