This guy. This friggin' guy.
So, uh, yeah. Let's skip to the good stuff:
And in more repetitive, non-eloquent news:
He's getting so biiiiiiiiiig.
I'm not sure if it was me going back to work (maybe he covertly grew while I was at the office?) or perhaps having the stomach flu (he seemed really huge when I could barely lift my own head, let alone his too), but in the last week I swear he doubled in size (he hasn't really. That'd be crazy). Don't get me wrong, he's still teensy in the grand scheme of things, but I'm afraid he's officially out of newborn territory, and I already miss his furry little neck folds. Now he's doing all this crazy grown up stuff like smiling, and babbling, and generally not-laying-there-like-a-lump....and I mostly love it (seriously, have you seen him? Of course I love it) but it also reminds me that in about five minutes he's going to be sassing/totally disregarding me like his sisters, and then probably asking to borrow the car keys. (Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon....)
So yeah. To sum up: He's the best. He's a giant. Time is flying. I love him to smithereens.
You get it. See you next month. (if you need me, I'll be alternating between smiling at his irresistible expressions, and sobbing that my bay-beeeeee is growing up too fast. Repeat repeat repeat.)
P.s. Thankfully I got all of these shots before I dropped my camera (very thankfully not on him) and broke my lens. If there were nine pictures of my face at that moment, they would all be sad.
Previous months: 1, 2.
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