I swore I would take some pictures of you this week, and I managed to do it with a little over an hour to spare.
These days you’re trying to work through your reflux issues. It’s a wonder I even dare to wear black or dark blue or brown since you inevitably spit up on me hourly. But when I wear light colors, I seem to attract strawberry jam or macaroni and cheese. It’s really a no-win situation.
Despite the amount of laundry you incur, I’m really trying to log some good time with you. Smelling all your baby smells and letting you curl up on my chest with your butt in the air. You are our last one, so this is the last time we get to do all these baby things. I’m trying to force myself to leave the dishes in the sink and just really take you in.
You are starting to smile. I’ve yet to catch it on film, but it’s heartwarming when it happens. You are sporting this crazy fauxhawk. We’re not styling it that way, I swear. It just kind of happens. Perhaps something we’ll see again in your teenage years. I don’t have a real sense of who you are just yet. Those first few months are always deceiving…Neko was calm and quiet and Shep cried non-stop. Now Neko is crazy full of energy and Shep lets most things roll off his back. So we’re not quite sure what you have in store for us, but I can’t wait to see.
In the meantime, you’re just crazy cute and scrumptious and I plan to snack on you as much as I can while you still can’t put up a fight.
