Seriously, this kid couldn't get any cuter. We are officially at the stage where Chuck and I have to constantly remind ourselves that having another baby would be exhausting and that kids don't just pop out this way. No, there are nine sober months of discomfort followed by another 12 months of exhaustion and sleepless nights. Must remember - no babies, no babies, no babies. But damn he sure is cute!
Remember! -- when he is crying at at 2:00 a.m., He. Is. Not. Cute.