I've been looking at your baby pictures, Gus.
Tonight's been a little tough for you, thanks to teeth 5,6,7, and 8 rearing their beastly white heads all at once. You're sleeping now, but every cell of my body is on high alert, waiting for The Scream. (And the sleepless night that follows The Scream.)
And when it comes, I will try to hold this picture in my mind.
Because that's what you looked like just 32 weeks ago.
And now look at you.
Gus, you're the hardest working member of our family. And don't let anyone tell you different.
Sleep tight, little man. Or don't.
The nights go too fast either way.