This dude. THIS DUDE. This dude. He is already 2 months old. He is about 11 1/2 pounds and has the cutest chubby lips. He can hold his head up with only a little bit of wobbliness (that's a word now) and uses his giant man feet to push off of stuff when he's laying on my lap or other such places.
He gets up 2 times a night on average, although I don't remember a whole lot of what happens in the middle of the night. He is a champion eater and loves to take long naps which I love also. He wakes up from every nap totally refreshed and ready to smile at me and give me lots of hugs.
I was completely unaware how much I'd be in love with this little guy. He took me by surprise. The entire thought of having a boy was kind of foreign and scary at first, but I've eventually come to embrace the blue/monkey/baseball clothes and adopt the easiness that is dressing a boy.
I will be writing a 3 month post tomorrow, so I have to get this one out of the way today. Stupid time, going too fast. Now look at pictures of my baby. Go ahead, that's why you're here.
|This picture is because of David's insistence. And to compare how big he is in comparison to Romo.|