It’s Friday morning and my baby naps. While this happens, since it takes place rather inconsistently these days, I should be tackling my list for the day. Instead I’m sipping iced tea made yesterday in anticipation of a warm weekend and organizing photos of my baby. I KNOW. I’m obsessed. And perhaps he will be the stereotypical over-photographed 1st child and any that follow will feel completely neglected when they get older and realize how few pictures there are of them as a baby. I hope not, but maybe that will be the case.
I just can’t help it. I think he’s so ridiculously cute AND he’s so fun to photograph. I mean, come on. Wouldn’t you do the same?
That’s all I really wanted to post. That face. I don’t actually have much to say. Life is good and full. The Husband is the very best to me (he’s taking me on a date this weekend — the best kind since Baby can come along), we are so completely enamored with our little one, we’re in the midst of planning a VBS for our church, continuing to work with the youth group, our garden seems to be growing, we’re scheduling a long visit to my family for my baby sister’s graduation (how is that even possible?!), and we’re generally not eating enough ice cream (isn’t summer all about ice cream?). Other than that, everything is good.
Very, very good.
Now I’ll go tackle my list.