Look! The child does in fact have eyeballs!
(Yes, this post is going to be nothing but scrumptious baby photos. And I will not apologize, because THE SCRUMPTIOUS BABY, HE MUST BE PHOTOGRAPHED.)
Smiles! For Daddy, of course. Grr.
(Do you see that receding hairline? Everyday he wakes up with less and less actual hair and more downy blond peach fuzz. Yet he still has a full head of hair from his ears on back, which makes it hard to overlook the passing resemblance to Clint Howard.)
(Also, he is SUCH a mini-Jason it is not even funny.)
"You know, if I have to look like a big, lopsided beached whale for months on end, I better get a baby who looks like me, the one WHO DID ALL THE DAMN WORK."
Noah ponders his sneaking suspicion that his mom sometimes goes a little nuts with dressing him to coordinate with his surroundings.
"Go on, Mom. Tell the Internet what in sam hill I'm doing in the bathroom and improperly restrained on the bouncy seat. Tell them how you let me sleep here for hours last night with the water running at full blast because I would not tolerate being in any room that did not have a faucet."
"Also, get a pedicure."
He has officially suckered in the entire household.