Here's a picture taken when he was one month old (or there about). I had nursery duty at church for the first time since having him, and the worker in there with me was a *professional photographer* who just *happen* to have her camera with her that day. (Read, God knew I'd want to always remember my little one cuddling up with me in the rocking chair. And this was a precious little gift He gave me. It's something little but I'm most definitely thankful for it.) And so of course, I scrapped it. :)
Where in the world have the last SEVEN months gone? I know I've said it before but I'll say it again. I'm SOOO not a fan of my babies growing up! Especially this one since I know he's the last. And it doesn't help that he's a momma's boy (which I secretly love.) I just don't like him getting SO big SO fast. Not fan. AT. ALL.
Now, please excuse me while I go finish off all the Valentines candy.