Enoch's Three Monthiversary--And a Bonus Day in the Life Photo Dump!

Oh, Enoch. You snuggly, chummy, grinning, cooing, giggling, chubby little strong-man. You snuggle like somebody's awarding cash prizes for it. You sleep (blessedly sleep). You're a reliable dose of dopamine every morning when I feel exhausted even though I just woke up for the day half an hour ago. You still don't want to put any weight on your legs when I stand you up (cash prizes for snuggling, remember). You like taking naps in your bouncer outside and lying on a blanket listening to Tadhg read to me out under the apple trees. You're drooling like the dickens and constantly stuffing your hands in your mouth to hurry those teeth along. And you give us a supply of joy immeasurable every single day. What a baby.

(Also, you're starting to completely fill out 6 month clothes already. Baby giant.)

(Lachlan's nephew: 👇)

Soliloquizer.

Oldest and youngest.

Motley crew.

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And the bonus non-Enoch-rest-of-the-day photos!

A bedheaded Marnie-hobbit joined me early in the morning for first breakfast.

What else do you do on a thoroughly rainy day?

Morning edition.

Intermission.

Afternoon edition.

Tessa eyelashes.

Squishy sleeping boy.

Enoch's Two Monthiversary

Though the rest of life might feel like trying to ride a tornado, one thing never ceases to be true: babies are a steady sweetness (granted, I've not yet had a colicky infant...). For someone like me, there is nothing quite so comforting and grounding as a babe in arms. It was true when the babies were my nieces and nephews, and it holds just as true now.

Enoch is just about as sweet as they come. He is plump and snuggly and easygoing. He smiles all the time. He has two modes: brow-furrowed seriousness as he figures out the world and chummy, gummy grins. He's found his hands and slobbers all over them happily. Thank God, the digestive issues I was dreading toned back down instead of increasing and he's quite comfortable in his body most of the time. He squirms and kicks and wiggles and tries to talk and it's the cutest thing. And Daddy tortured his first giggle out of him just tonight with lots of tickling. 

Boy, do I love you Enoch Abel. In the middle of this tilt-a-whirl life you are pure delight.

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Commence blurry, unedited photo fest (who has time for fiddling anymore?!).