It seems that Mac is trying to make my head literally explode from cute overload.
Last night when I was putting him to bed, right before I sat down to rock with him I decided to do some quick shadow puppets on the wall. He thought it was hilarious and awesome and wanted to try doing it himself. So the entire time we were rocking, he was practicing turning his hands into shadow puppets and pretending to eat my hand with his hand.
I was dying of cute.
This morning when I went in to get him, there he was, standing up in his crib and practicing his shadow puppets once again.
I am now dead of cute.