Real baby portraiture

I found that I really like this picture of Luke screaming his head off. I realized that I don't always capture the true moments. The raw emotion, the sheer abandon in his face...it's so simple. It doesn't have hat"aww" factor of other pictures where he's sleeping like an angel or yawning cradled in our arms. But it has that intense truth to it that brings a smile to my face remembering his insistent appeal for help.

Our ticking time bomb

I realized that often Luke is like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode in a crying fit.

Maternal sentimental vulnerabilities

I took advantage of Theresa the other day. I remarked that even though Luke may be small today, in a blink of an eye he'll be graduating from high school. He'll be falling in live with his first girl. And be picking up the pieces of his first broken heart. Or be despondent at not making the cut for the varsity team.

Only small once

You know it occurs to me that as Luke seems to be gaining weight an ounce a day, he'll be quickly locomoting. Perhaps now is the only time we'll be able to cuddle with him on demand.

Co-sleeping

Our first night with Luke in the room, I turned over and remarked, "there's someone in our room".