Owen had a major poo-splosion as soon as we got to Gram's and needed a quick sink bath.
Crystal showed us how to make snapdragons open their mouths, and Grandmother showed Bob...
Oh, tiny bobby. My little police helmet wearing baseball player adventuring on his own. It's funny to look over and see him standing by himself, his body so small but his soul so big.
His pudgy little fingers holding onto Mason's belly are so deliciously precious I could eat them up.
I need a close-up.
All I wanted for Mother's Day was a good photo with my two babies.
|begging bob to "pleeeease" come take a picture with me; giving up and proceeding without him|
|bob's in... but owen's losin' it|
|"thanks for cooperating even though baby bro wasn't up for it, buddy."|
The timing just wasn't there. Owen needed boob and nothing else would do. I suppose I could have just whipped one out in the street, but... we'll just have another go some other day.