My Aryan child!!!

I forgot to mention two crucial recent happenings:

1. We cut his hair! We cut off the mousy brown ends of his newborn hair, that bizarre ring around his head that made him look to be wearing a ill-matched toupee. He is now obscenely blond — I feel almost guilty, to be mother to such a stereotypically gorgeous, cherubic creature. He is all blue eyes, rosy, begging-to-be-pinched cheeks, kissable, rosebud mouth and shining, golden hair. He's so yummy! He looks fatter now too, and I could totally understand why Phil mimed sticking forking into him when we were at a restaurant the other night.
2. Phil decided he is to be moved into his own room. I couldn't argue with his logic... I just cried. My baby. My little boy, who was a speck of a thing not so long ago, is moving into his own room, out of arm's reach.