…that after a particularly rough crying jag when he finally falls asleep that I look at pictures of him, sneak in and watch him sleep, or both?
…that for as much as I want to take a break from him the thought of leaving him for an hour is almost impossible?
…that I’ve almost stopped caring how much I get puked on in a day?
Just wondering. He’s asleep, so I better go look at him. 
Now that I’m getting more comfortable taking him out and about, Holden and I spend more days at home now since becoming slaves to his elusive naps. He squeals (with joy?) when we make some very immature faces and noises… nothing that you could really be sure is a laugh, but it seems like he’s having fun. Then again, the line between laughter and tears is extremely thin.
This baby is wiggly and squirmy… but still pretty cute and bald-looking. See pictures of his east coast tour and the rest of month 4.
Our friend Whitney sent us this great blog post from “Mr. Nice Guy”: Four months of Fatherhood Lessons.
I don’t know who this Mr. Nice Guy is but he’s pretty right on.
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