Somehow, without meaning to, we’ve turned Ari into The Baby of the Family. I’m not sure when it happened. He grunts and points at things instead of talking. He gets pretty much whatever he wants. He demands to be held, carried, and rocked. He commands us all with an iron fist and a shriek. What have we done?
Man, he is so lucky he’s freaking adorable.
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