22 years and 5 months

On the 28th of June, my husband turned 22. It's hard to believe, isn't it? I've known him since we were kids. Well, technically teenagers, but looking back, we were kids. And now here we are, five years later, with a kid of our own.

A little boy who is now five months (and two days) old! It still feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital, and now he's sitting up on his own and has TWO teeth. I've even started to dream about him crawling--which is crazy. Time to do a deep-cleaning of the floors throughout the house. It's such a mess. Animals sure are good at wrecking a house, I can vouch for that.