Cold tushy cheeks

Instincts: fascinating thing, really. Had a gumption to go into Wilder's room earlier than normal this morning. He was sound asleep on his belly, in the corner, tushy high in the air. BUT, no diaper. Just porcelain white, cool-to-the-touch hiney cheeks. Poor kid! He typically wears footed pjs but was in a two piece number. The diaper (barely wet), and britches were crumpled in a heap. When I picked him up he smelled like a nursing home so off to the bath we went.

And down to the basement went all his bedding.

Fortunately, my friend T was over for a playdate later in the morning and she made the second trip down to retrieve the laundry. Hoping we can call it even since I served breakfast:
I've got baby on the brain, pretty much constantly, and that translates to repeatedly perusing Wilder's baby pictures. Here we are almost exactly a year ago to the day:
The days are fleeting.