Austin will smile, laugh, and coo at my dear husband all the day long. However, for the woman who carried him for 9 months, gave birth to all 9 pounds 10 ounces of him and is up at all hours of the night to feed him...nothing. (I don't want it to sound like I am the only one that is up. Lobo gets up with us sometimes but since I'm nursing I have to be the one to feed him of course.) It's a rarity if I can get him to smile. I've got myself a Daddy's boy. Anyway, rant over.
Here are a few pictures from the last few weeks:
We've already got his future set.
He was striking a pose in his sleep. Maybe he'll be a first round draft pick and a model.
He was smiling at his Daddy, of course.
Like Father, like son
Sacked out in Christmas PJ's
I'm totally joking about having his future set. I don't care what he decides to do in the future as long as he has a heart for Jesus. Everything else is secondary.
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