Abey Lately

Since I know the real reason most of you stop by here is to see pictures of the cutest little boy to ever walk crawl the face of the planet (not that I can blame you), today I will oblige. These pictures are from the last couple of months (and none are terribly recent... I need to upload a bunch).

I think this was from his 8 month photo shoot. We're still squeezing him into his "month onesies" and he totally looks like a sausage. You should see his 9 month photos- he's a 23 pound baby (who currently wears 12-18 month clothing) stuffed into a 6-9 month onesie. Please don't call DHS.

 This is his skeptical look. We get this one a lot. I think he thinks we're weird.

 Rubber ducky...

Hanging with mommy. I was trying not to laugh here because the way the wind was blowing Abe's full head of thick, luscious hair was hilarious to me. Look at those locks blowing in the wind. He looks like Pocahontas, no?



Playing with (great) Pappaw.

I'll try to get more posted soon.

This has got to be my favorite age so far. We've moved beyond the spitting up, can't figure out why he's crying, let me just set him on the bed for minute stage, and into the everywhere all the time cracking up himself and everyone around him stage.

He's crawling all over the place (after a solid three weeks of just rocking back and forth on his hands and knees- I kid you not, I thought he would never figure out how to move his hands forward). His favorite things include anything that resembles a power cord and the dog's water bowl. Put them together and he'd be in heaven!

(I'm not going to type "literally," because dark humor like that is definitely not appropriate when referring to one's own child.)

And he brings me such joy these days. He has SO MUCH personality, and it's amazing to see traits from both myself and his daddy. He has the best sense of humor, and there are times we'll be sitting in his room, both laughing so hard we're crying. He never fails to ham it up when he knows he has an audience.

He's as sweet as can be, too. He's figured out to give kisses, and the other morning I was awakened by a big wet one right on my lips. Precious boy.

I could go on and on.

I love this boy.