And can I state for the record that the 8 months of pregnancy DID NOT fly by!!! Not fair. Being pregnant at 32 was much different than at 21 when our oldest was born. Davis is the youngest of 4, so I know the ropes as far as morning sickness, no sleep, difficulty breathing, fighting the urge to eat everything in sight, fighting the urge to punch everyone in sight...the list goes on.
Baby D is such a happy baby. He brings a smile to everyone's face. He loves to love on you. He loves learning new things as well. Boy wants to run a marathon I tell ya. Table food, check. He can down some beans, apples, avocado, grapes, carrots...and everything else in sight. Davis makes me want all the babies. No one ever asked the dreaded, "so are you done having kids?" question. Now, it's all the time. I guess the difference in age between him and his brother. Or maybe it's just typical for others to want to know the next time you and your husband plan on being intimate, while you're ovulating, so you can become pregnant. I mean I get it. #notreally
We went to the park and attempted some pictures. He was more interested in eating grass, sand, rocks, sticks and anything else that presented itself.
Enjoy our sweet baby! And I make no apologies for your ovaries and what they might be saying to you after seeing such cuteness.
{mom the grass is dry and uncomfortable}
{i can't, i can't do #8monthsold}
{look at mason, crazy brother}
{i'm positive this gravel is perfectly fine to eat}
{my thighs bring all the moms to the park...}
{and they're like...you get the picture}
{my sweet baby}
{who me? i'm the favorite. shucks}
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