Holy crap. This year has flown by at warp speed. I am alarmed at how fast it’s gone. Even more shocking to me is the fact that my baby is 9 months old. I mean, what? How in the world is that possible? It almost makes me mad. Perhaps I’ll compose a heated letter to Father Time. Before I do that, however, let me share these recent shots of Rhys.
The Scrabble tile gag is getting close to impossible to achieve. Crawling and a keen eye for detail makes it rather difficult to dress the set for Rhys. This time I sat him in his high chair, and set the tiles just outside of arm’s reach, (which made focusing tricky). He’s much too interested in the tiles; even more so since he’s not allowed to touch them. See if you can spot his frustration.
