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.