The Bean

Superbaby is three months old. Do you know that this is a delicious age? The back of his head is velvet-soft and smells like bliss. His gummy little smile could kill a curmudgeon, seriously, just drop him down dead in his fusty old tracks. Even better though, is the baby giggle. It's so new it squeaks.

I call him Bean.

He spends many hours pondering the weight of his cheeks. I spend many hours trying to kiss them off his face, which almost always elicits the giggle.

Whatever time he has left after that is spent with his hands. His new Best Friends. He's either trying to swallow them whole or waving them in front of his face. My hand ends right here. Trippy.

He's the undisputed Spit Bubble Champion of The Dada Household.

I think we'll keep him.

Comments

[Nana]

Have mercy!!! How absolutely adorable! Hope he still remembers me! Love ya, Nana