i'm going through some of cohen's old clothes so i can let a friend borrow them for her son. it's making me sad. i quite love him and i can seem to remember each and every tiny moment of his life so far. they say your heart swells when you have children, obviously, but for me, so has my filing cabinet - o - memory. not for much else, but regarding cohen, for sure. i'm just addicted to him basically. she can have his outfits, but i'm keeping these socks dammit. i can't get enough of these teeny tiny baby feet.




and no one is getting his hats. not ever. how freakin' handsome is this stud?