The realization that this sweet baby face has now officially spent more time on the outside than on the inside hit me just the other day.
When he was a newbie on this side of the belly, he did something his older brother never really did. He cried. A lot.
Whenever I wasn't feeding him, he'd make this face at me. And if I put him down to use the bathroom? He WAILED.
Now that he's a little more used to our world, he doesn't cry as much, but he still cries way more than his older brother did. And he sleeps way less. Sometimes I ask him if he even wants a younger brother or sister, because my goodness.
But then, I look at this face and THAT HAIR and think, how could I not want a million more of him?