Iain surprised me last night, and is making my Good Friday the last great hurrah of Lent, by needing to eat every 2 hours (usually he has at least one 3-4 hour stretch at night). I guess he's a growing boy. I think he's trying to make those adorable cheeks just a little more pinchable before Grandma and Grandpa arrive, tomorrow. :)
Compare the following two pictures:
Iain in the hospital, 2 days old:
Iain at home, almost 2 months old:
Do babies get any sweeter than this?:
I promise, his face isn't really this red; I guess the couch brings out the pink in him!:
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