Eight Weeks

Incredible. Eight Weeks Old today. Amazing. It still seems like only yesterday I was crying in the hospital, waiting for you to be born.

He's getting so strong, he likes lifting his head up during tummy time. Well, he likes tummy time because really, in our house it's called "farting time". He likes grabbing onto fingers and once he's grabbed your finger, it's a battle for him to let go. Or when you change his diaper, he makes his legs go straight so you either can't get the sleeper on or off his little legs. His chubby, chubby legs. And his feet and toes... heaven! So tiny. So perfect.

This is us, dolled up at the wedding last night. It was such a good time. Everything was so beautiful. Nolan & Leanne are so in love and just perfect for each other.

Even though she denies it, I'm pretty sure my mom held John the entire time we were gone! If John thinks that I'm a softie, then grandma is definitely his puppet!