I Love...

I’ve decided that I’m taking a day off from complaining about John’s newbornness and will dive head first into the deliciousness of it instead. 

I love…
his perpetual milk breath,
the way his butt sticks out when I burp him on my shoulder,
the way he’ll cuddle into me like I’m a pillow if he’s sleepy,
his sweet coos, ooh, and ahhs,
that he looks for me if I enter the room,
his chunky fat rolls on his arms and legs, 
how tiny he looks when Bud holds him,
the dimples on his butt,
how incredibly soft his hair is,
kissing his double chins,
his floppy little head,
and his big gummy smile.

it's hard being a baby

6 weeks old

crushing it at the gym