I swear, each baby born brings with them the ability to double the speed on the hands of the clock.
It seems like just yesterday I was jumping on the trampoline 10 months pregnant, hoping to convince the baby inside me to evacuate.
It didn't work that day. But on this day, exactly six months ago, whether I can come to terms with it or not, Finn was born and it was, is, and most likely will continue to be, fan-freakin-tastic.
It only seemed appropriate to plop him in a basket in the backyard and take pictures this morning while the kids were at school. Actually this basket is the one he (and all of my babies) slept in for the first 3 months or so.
My beautiful, beautiful boy.
I am hopeless and helpless and completely and totally enamored with this little shnuggerbuns.
2 comments:
Handsome bubba! Those are great pictures!
I'm sorry, but this little guys is about the cutest thing alive right now! Kiss those delicious cheeks for me, would ya? Oh, my gosh!
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