Really. He has been simply that, our Lemuel-love. And I find myself calling him Love or Love-Love.
This baby loves his bed. Takes wonderfully long naps during the day and nurses on and off all night. Wants nothing to do with food of any kind, though I've really only tried a few things. I can't even get them in his mouth. He loves the guitar. His siblings. And easily will slip off with a complete stranger (to him). After Boaz, I'm not taking this for granted!
That dimple in his chin gets me EVERY single time. What a mark of man in that chin. What a mark of his daddy. These babies of mine have such a good daddy. I mean, wow. This daddy even lets these babies of his sleep in bed with us, giving up his place next to me for one that I must say is particularly snugly, warm, and everything delicious! I'm not complaining. He could, but never does. At times I think he humors me. Other times I know he likes it just as much. It's altogether too fleeting. We enjoy this season.
How I ask, could you not?! Just look...
Clap-Clap!
A favorite spot. When the Internet isn't working, I know the culprit, every time.
White onesied shirts and squishy bellies. Some welcome spring. I welcome SKIN!
I LOVE it!
Long arms. Big hands. Dimple alert.
That face! What a babe!
WHAT a babe.
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