Arjun is eight months old today. I am not sure how, but I have managed to be around him all day and not take a bite out of his smooth little thighs or tummy or cheeks. This little person of mine sings, claps, points, crawls, and trys to climb everything.
In this edition of life lately, here is my little Arjuni:
1) Quarantined in a tub so mama can use the bathroom
2) Trying to get away from his sister’s forced hugging
3) Strumming the guitar strings and singing along
4) picking out a book at the library
Happy birthday my dearest. You are perfect!