Who dressed me?!

It is a catch 22...I want him to be my baby forever, yet I want him to be big enough to wear little outfits. I had dressed him in a collared onsie that was clearly too big. I feel like from the look on his face he knew it too!


I still can't stop staring at hime and watching him sleep...something tells me I am going to be peeking in on him as a teenager, just as my mom did me.

Do you blame me?...
   

With every day that passes Gabriel is more and more alert. More and more like a little man! He has started trying to make sounds and regularly makes an "O"....wonder what he wants to say?