Seriously, J is 7 months old. Don't ask me how that happened. It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous, in a ridiculously awesome kind of way. Yesterday I leveraged his cute face to talk a professor into cancelling class tomorrow, so I can stay home and play with him on the day before Thanksgiving. Seriously, the prof didn't stand a chance when presented with this:
Go ahead, admit it. You couldn't have said no, either.