This is just one of many moments when I am so terribly thankful I didn’t stop having babies when folks began to tell me I was too old. 😀
Owen, at four months, is a joyful baby.
He has been rolling himself over for a couple of months. He adores anything he can chew on, or can fit in his mouth. He drools constantly. He’s just started saying “da-da”. He is wearing 9-12 month clothing now.
He smiles when he sees me looking his way. His fat cheeks must stay sore as I kiss them constantly. He has dimples that just make them even more adorable.
His head feels like a cotton swab.
He is terribly ticklish, especially if you kiss him under his chin.
He’s pretty much irresistible.