Needless to say, I was dragging as I made our lunches and got bottles ready last night in preparation for today. Andrea was upstairs putting laundry away (the never ending battle). I could hear Elliot, who was upstairs with her, squealing with delight. I finished what I was doing, climbed the stairs, and found this lovely sight:
He was sitting in his crib, squealing at his little stuffed animals. Smiling, shrieking, so so so happy!
Then, just when I thought he couldn't get any happier, he started flapping his arms and making himself bounce up and down!
How is it possible that he keeps getting cuter and cuter?!?!?? I just love this little baby!