This is my baby, a long time ago. He still has that thick chest, pug nose, and often, a piercing expression. I can't get him to eat today. He just threw up two popsicles (I can't believe he ate them in the first place) and is now spreading around some Macaroni and Cheese on his tray. Unfortunately, he has never managed to escape that fragile baby phase where every ingestion is analyzed and categorized, and then waited upon to exit. But, after every barf, every doctor's visit, every poke and prod, and "test," he comes out smiling as if he holds the biggest secret in the world, which in fact, he does.
Name: Reluctant Nomad Home: Austria About Me: I photograph banal subjects to remind myself of the beauty in everyday life. I have two little boys who love me even when I'm crazy and a hubby who loves me in spite of it.
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