49 Weeks

Yep, I'm 49-weeks-old and maturing like a weed, and my Mama's gonna have an emotional breakdown any day now when she realizes I'm almost a year old, but she'll survive by weeping, morning, noon and night, smothering me with love and attention, and sneaking into my room at night to watch me sleep.

You know--all the normal kind of coping stuff.

P.S. Yeah, I know, I'm super duper cute with my bare legs all stretched out like that.

P.P.S. And, yeah, I know my Mama should have posted this pic on Monday, but who's keeping track of days (other than her, so she can weep a little more as my birthday approaches)?