My Daddy holds me so well. He has big hands. I am quiet at least for a little while, so he can watch sports channels on TV (whatever that is). One day I will grow up and maybe I will be on the sports channel.
Big soft furry thing. Ok, you're not my Mommy, or my Daddy, or my brother. I suppose you're my friend, at last Grandma and Saba are having fun watching you hold me.
Hey, bear, I'm talking to you.
I know there is more to life than eating, pooping and sleeping. But right now a little more sleeping would be just fine.
This is my big brother Jonathan. I wonder if I will grow up to have curly hair like he does.
I think my big brother and I will grow up to be best friends. He loves me. We are "THE BOYS".
It's a good thing Daddy is helping my big brother to hold me.
I haven't figured out the fingers in the mouth game yet. So far, it's clamp down on arm. Now if I can just get that sleeve out of my way.
I am watching Saba take my picture. I am practicing my best smile. I'm not even fussy. My secret is-Grandma is holding me.