-He's the cutest little old man baby ever, receding hairline and everything.
-LOVES to be held. ALL THE TIME. No seriously, you just THINK I mean all the time, and in your head you are saying, a few hours a day, yeah right... NOPE. We are taking babywearing to a new level over here, peeps. The worst part of it is that he is a tricky little fellow. He'll be fast asleep in the moby wrap, so I'll ever so carefully and slowly put him down into his swing... he'll stay asleep... I'll do a few silent HUZZAH!s and cartwheels... but then, exactly three minutes later (juuuust long enough to either get started on a project or fall asleep), he's up and ready to go. I'm certain it will get better (it really can't get worse...), so we just have to wait it out.
-Is such a happy little guy. He's full of smiles and coos already - it's the sweetest thing to be able to sit and "talk" to him after a nice nurse.
-Does NOT like to sleep. Apparently Chris and I are doomed to have babies that are terrible sleepers. I'm thrilled about this.
-Adores being outside, windows, ceiling fans, and the light fixtures on our ceilings.
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