Looking through old photos tonight and wondering to myself and now to you – how did we get here? Did all of that time really fly by? Quentin is a year old now, and quite the lively little man. This past week has been so cold outside that we must wear our winter jackets before leaving the house. I sit him down on the first step and say “Peanut, it’s time to put on our coat. Please hold out your arms.” Sometimes he listens and cooperates. The rest of the time, he is off the step and already headed toward the kitchen to ponder whether today is the day to knock over the cat’s water and food bowl. Thankfully, when I get to him, he has paused in mischievous contemplation, his plans thwarted for another day. And just like that, I’m a mother to a little boy. Well this mother is looking at baby photos and can’t help but share some. At 2.5 weeks old, he sure did make a good nap buddy. Cue the heart-eyed emojis here. …