He still has the same adorable dimple. He still has those plump little lips. He still has that sparkle in his eye. He hasn't lost a single ounce of those chubby cheeks. He still has his fabulous hair (which I refuse to cut. When the time comes, I may have to petition Salt Lake for an exception to the missionary haircut rule). Nope, the only thing missing from his cute little face is the drool. For the past 29 months the constant string of slobber was like his 5th appendage. I don't think I have a single picture without his shirt completely drenched in drool. Until now. It seems as if over night he became aware that the saliva beard is no longer en vogue and is always wiping off his "swobber". He even gets mad if he accidentally "swobbers" on his toys while he's playing. I have to admit it's kind of refreshing to not have to wipe off my mouth after every kiss and I don't even recognize his neck without that familiar glistening sheen of drool. My baby's growing up. Time for another one.