Kiss me…I’m Irish a baby. He’s found his legs and he loves to stand. He loves his hands; in his mouth, in his eyes and most importantly scratching his forehead. It’s warming up nicely and his legs and arms that have been covered since birth are finally seeing some daylight. Who doesn’t love some chubby baby thighs? He’s losing some hair in the back and the sides are pretty thin so he’s rockin’ the combover. A haircut is in his near future. He’s still waking up during the night to feed but it’s getting later and later and I’m hoping once we introduce solids we’ll be done with night time feedings…a tired mom can dream, right?
See more of his chalkboard art.