Paxton turned THREE months last Friday, February 6th.
I can’t believe it’s flown by. I know… everyone says that stuff… but when you’re living it, it’s pretty nuts.
He’s starting to fatten up a bit. I LOVE that. His chubby little thighs call to me… and his cheeks tell me they want me to suck on them (I used to suck on my baby sisters cheeks too… that’s a WHOLE ’notha blogpost though).
So I do.
We’re currently enjoying a little bit of floor time. He’s gonna roll over soon… he’s halfway there… when I’m not laying on top of him. Hmmm….
I love to take big bites out of babies.
































I don’t think he believes that you’ll really bite his face…
He is very squishy and biteable (is that a word) now, yes!
hrmm…my baby loves to take big bites outta me.
So when you pick me up, you bringing chubby baby?
freak.
Babys are awesome.
I want one, just waiting to see if God wants the same for us.