Who Da Man?

Ju-dah Man!...

That's the chant that echo's around our house. Someone will randomly shout out the question, and the rest of us will resound with the answer. God has surely blessed us with this boy.

He knows our voices now, and seems to take a special interest in each one of us.Here he is cranking his neck just to see his daddy.
Isabelle often has to get creative to get close to him, but she is resourceful.
I never dreamed she would adore her brother the way she does. She kisses him all day long, and will get upset if I don't attend to his needs in a 'timely' fashion...like as soon as he makes a peep. In the car, she needs to be close enough to touch his head or hold his hand. And she's contstanly speaking encouragement to him; he may not understand now, but one day he will.
Even his little pouty cries are adorable. He's been such a good baby so far. He's very content, and rarely cries except for the occasional gas bubble. He knows what he wants already though...when he wants picked up he'll begin letting out little squeals every minute or so that grow in intensity to yelps until you get him. It is so funny to hear a baby so little do this.

In case you can't tell, this little man has stolen my heart.

one absolutely smitten mama,

ejk