Things we excel at:
Eating. I mean EATing. The doctor said 'record breaking' when recording his weight gain last week.
Burping. Actually, it's more like belching.
Tooting. Actually, it's more like farting. There is nothing dainty about this child. He can already put grown men to shame with body noises.
Snuggling with his mom.
Stretching after naps.
Fighting for air when being smothered with kisses by yours truly.
He loves being outside, loud noises and really rough roads. This may explain why a wheel fell off my pickup last week.
I am biased, but he's perfect. And gorgeous. Perfectly gorgeous. After 25+ years I am content with handing over the crown of most beautiful baby to Kenyon. Actually, my little sis probably had that title (chubby cheeks, blonde curls), but nonetheless, she's been stripped of her title.
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