Thursday, March 31, 2011
You're two-months-old, little one!
Somehow, two months have gone by since this little one arrived. On Jan. 31, he was a 7-pound, 4-ounce piece of perfection who slipped right out of me and proceeded to honk through his sleep like a flock of Canadian geese. Now, he's at least 10 pounds, with chunky rolls on his thighs and a smile you can coax out only by talking to him at an obscene octave with a head tilt and expressive eyebrows. Like you're insane. Smile for Mama! Smile! He still honks through his sleep. My noisy little guy. I could kiss him all day long.