How many minutes past 7pm was my son born tonight? The answer: 42.
Still being cleaned off and not one bit happy about it.
This kid has got a VOICE. If I can ever teach him to sing instead of scream, we’re onto something.
Opening his sleepy little eyes during his first bath.
Gettin’ sleepy.
Gettin’ very sleepy.
The little man at peace.
Welcome to my world, son.