I was looking for a picture of this infant seat today (for totally unimportant reasons that would take too long to explain). I knew we had some with a very tiny and brand new Elliott.
He was 3 days old in the first one and 4 days old in the second one.
These pictures make me want to simultaneously build a time machine so I can go back and squeeze him and vomit at the idea of ever having to care for another newborn.
It has been a while since I took pictures of my sleeping kids. I took care of that on Friday night.
Spencer was rocking the underoos. I added a privacy bubble for his sake.
Elliott has been showing some signs that he has outgrown his highchair. Sign #1 being, he doesn't want to sit in it anymore. Spencer refused his highchair past 18 months, so Elliott lasted a lot longer. We got the ol' high chair (2 words) out of the attic on Saturday. He enjoyed a snack in it that afternoon and hasn't looked back.
I love that I have a brunette and a blonde. For one second I entertain thoughts of having a third boy who is a redhead and then I remember that I get sick to my stomach when I think about caring for a newborn. Oh, and that we took surgical measures to prevent a third. There is THAT little detail.
Dressing them in the same outfit still hasn't lost its appeal.
Elliott showing his left handedness.
I left him outside so I could go to the bathroom. When I returned he was sitting in my chair reading Entertainment Weekly. I'm surprised he wasn't drinking my iced coffee.
Ginger is a weirdo.