Better Late Than Never - Pictures of Our Walker

As promised (months ago), here are some pictures of our little guy:

The day after the big arrival. Isn't he PERFECT!!

3 months old - Walker in his cute little blessing outfit that took me forever to find. God forbid I don't want my son in a dress!!!

I had to put the kibosh on the hat. What, are we suddenly Amish??

Walker giving Daddy "The Look." He hated tummy time and was very bitter that we were making him suffer the indignity.

Walker and his week older cousin, Connor. Can you just die over the cute hair on that little guy?!?

"Grandpa thinks I'm napping...hee hee hee."

Six months and all smiles...once I took his shoes off.

How Deep Doth My Paranoia Run?

This morning I was sitting at my desk, trying to talk myself into working when really all I wanted to do was go home, take a nap and play with the baby, when the phone rings. It was Chris, my stay-at-home-daddy brother-in-law that watches Walker for us while we toil in hell. Instantly my heart plunged into my stomach. What was wrong? Had the baby rolled off the bed? Had the girls shoved a pencil up his nose to see if he could write with it up there? What was wrong? DEAR GOD, PROTECT MY BABY!!!

So I answered the phone to hear a very somber sounding Chris:

Chris: "So I was feeding the baby and he started making this really weird noise."

My Mind: "Oh, no! Not throwing up again? What am I doing wrong!?! Why can't he go a whole month without projectile vomit? I'm a terrible mother! I've only been at this 6 months and already I'm unfit!!"

Me: "Yeah...?"

Chris: "So I looked down thinking 'what are you doing??'"

My Mind: "...and you found that not only had he barfed, but it was pure blood barf! There's something wrong with my baby!!! I'm on my way! HOLD ON, SON, MOMMY'S COMING!!!"

Me: "Uh-huh."

Chris: "And rather than eating, he was blowing air back through the nipple and blowing bubbles in his formula."

How cute is my kid? And how psycho am I!!