Even O has his bad days.
Bathtime brings much glee.
Bundled up and ready to ride.
Thinking back to his fourth month, is relief that he survived the "fourth trimester" and the last month of being little infant who can't do anything, not even sit up. His grins at recognizing me and grimaces over gassiness were his prevailing notable moods. We had fun with two showers upon returning home, heaped with the generous gifts of friends who have long awaited his arrival.
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