This was the week of hand-knit goodness.
Indicating that there is not a breast in his mouth, and he does not approve.
Roar! Dino diapers. His brother loves these.
He prefers to nap on the tap.
This right here is happy making. The kid loves wool. This is a wool rug that I made. Before laying him on this rug he was screaming like a mad man. Apparently he likes this wool. No DNA test needed.
This sugar rush romper is so, so super soft. It is pretty dang cute too. Again, ignore his initial opinion.
See? He loves it. Promise. The real problem is that buddah belly. He is so full of air. My poor sweet bubby.
I really super hatd this outfit after knitting it. I blogged about the reasons why, yet on hom? Adorable, soft and warm. I love it.
And so does he. We won't talk about how I was pulling blue fuzz out of his rolls for three days though. Even a few baths didn't wash it away. Real staying power, this yarn.
He is holding his head up like a pro. I have explained to him why this is against the rules, but he is determined to be a bad boy, rule breaker.
We have had some lovely weather (you have to remember we live in Idaho. 50 dgrees =beautiful) so we have spent a good deal of time on the porch swing.
This here. This is the best. This is after a night of screaming, and less than two hours sleep. I absolutely, positively love this little thug.
I have tried and tried to catch his smile. This is the tail end. He stops smiling every time I try to snap a picture, because phones are cool to stare our somber faced. (Or screaming. We do that too, a lot)
More of the good stuff..
MORE clothes from the amazing Aunt. Spoiled. Rotten!
Ugh, this sweetness!
And after a good nap? Finally. I got one of his adorable smiles, between fusses.
This week we attended our first knit group. Of course we had to wear hand knits. The hat is cashmere. Mmm. Yummy. The cabled jacket is one I knit after making one for a friends little miracle. The connection was too much to pass up. The romper is the same as the one above.
However, he isn't a huge fan of his carseat. Or several other things. But isn't he adorable?? So much adorable in one little body.
We then headed to lunch with dad. This was while we were sitting in the car eating. Dad caught me sneaking the picture, so stopped the baby talk, sweetness. Still, I love these times. Dad had crawled into the baxkseat to love on his baby for a bit.
I can't get enough of this. It goes by too fast.
In knitting news:
So. Many. Ends!!
Apparently putting buttons on while sleep deprived is not a good idea. Ever. I will call it a design feature. Ironically, I put five on forward, and five backwards. That folks, is a win!