Little Man is two months old tomorrow. All that stuff about time flying, it's true here too.
He's still my fabulous baby, with the goofiest grin, especially for Afton. Those two share some special connection. She starts singing her little made up ditties, and he kicks and coo's and grins like a fool.
Got my first kiss today, the nearly violent open-mouthed baby kind, not the mistook your face for a boob kind.
Also today, I missed a photo op when he saw his hand for the first time. Gwennan face planted while I was looking for my camera. I'll just have to remember the what new marvel might this be look.
But I didn't miss every picture...