At two years old, Toby is full of love. Usually I get an elbow in my ribs, or a smack on the face, but those rough-and-tumble smooches are my favorite. It’s a cliche, but I hope he never grows up:)

(Thanks to our friend Sharon for snapping these photos in Fire Island a couple weekends ago. I’m usually the one behind the camera, so it’s a treat to have some mama/baby photos)