These first few posts will be gushy because my baby used to be small and now he's grande.

Folks, hold on to your babies.  I know all of the older women in the Universe tell this to young moms ( it sometimes used to get under my skin when I was exhausted and it felt like there was no end to the needs of my babies), but here I am posting pictures from what feels like yesterday and the baby in this picture is in fact a baby when in real life now he's a cheese stick wielding master terrorist.  Babies stay little for such a small amount of time.

I'll never get enough of getting up close and personal to a baby, feeling their skin, enjoying their proximity to perfection. I mean, I didn't even edit these photos.  Absolutely no need.  This baby is (in my eyes) the closest thing to perfect.







Peek a boo!



My Cal is my least smiley baby.  He's a happy little guy, a tease.  But you reaaaaaally have to work to get a smile from him.





Lots and lots of antics on my part and he's barely turning up his cheeks.



This was before he could grasp, and when a finger randomly appearing in your mouth was a good thing. But seriously.  Admit it.  Why settle for one finger when...


TWO come out to play!



It's game on.



FISTS!!



There it is... the smile.



Little munchkin.