2 weeks of London

The last 2 weeks have been so surreal.  The fatigue and sleepness nights are real, but I still find myself in awe (and in tears) that this little boy is truly in our lives and that he was in my belly just days ago.  I am so grateful for my little family; nothing else in the world matters when you have the happiness and joy that is our home right now (sleepless, showerless and all!)

Could he be any cuter?  I could stare for hours...oh, wait, I do.  Jon says I am going to kiss his skin off....but I just can't help myself.  That soft skin and chubby cheeks beg for endless kisses.

The photos make my little 7.5 pounder look bigger than he is, so these last two are to help gauge just how little he really is.  So sweet.



Excuse the jaundice...this was the first week of life.

 

See...he's little...helps when I take the picture a little further away and with Papa Eddie :)

I love that it looks like he will have my dark brown eyes....how did I get so lucky?