How in the world is this guy already one month old?
This month has been a blur.
A busy, beautiful blur.
He is a dreamy baby.
Cozy, sleepy, cute and serious.
So very serious.
I don't know if it is a boy thing, or a Shane thing.
But he seems to be in a constant state of deep thought and concern.
Perhaps thinking of ways he will survive the attention of his sparkly, noisy, helpful sisters.
I am slowly beginning to feel human again.
C-sections are not all rainbows and unicorns.
Repeat, repeat ones are especially unicorn free.
But this guy is a pretty great reward.
Now if I could just figure out a way to slow down time and freeze this little, snuggly, serious little baby.