It’s odd to say that about a four-month-old but at the rate babies grow their first year, maybe not really! We’re already reminiscing his “early days” but having a blast as he discovers everything around him. :)

So, in preparation for our monthly photo sitting, we decided to change Elias into a white onesie. And of course, not so long after, he’ll have the biggest blowout evarrr. Okay, no problem, we’ll just change him into another white onesie. And what do you know… blowout #2. (See previous post’s final comments — enough said!). Finally, we gave up and just let him wear Y’s fave muscle (“wife-beater”) shirt. ;-)

Here’s the little (big now!) dude:

Prepping him to come join some of our favorite activities:

And just lovin’ our precious, smiley boy:

Happy Mommy, Happy Daddy, Happy Life. :)

Our little booger brings us much joy! And poop. ;-P There will always be poop.

It’s suddenly triple digits around these parts. :\ This month has been super-busy for us as we get more settled back into work and church and now, family, life.

We snapped some quick photos at E’s 12-week mark, right before he was due for a nap. What a sweet little boy he is! :) It’s a fun stage now where he’s so incredibly interactive and inquisitive — lots of baby babble and trying to join in on our convos. And definitely not complaining about the longer sleep stretches! No doctor check-up this month so no official stats but he’s definitely feeling meaty. ;P

Oh and is it just us or can this little kid poop BIG? We’ve had some interesting blowouts… The one that currently tops it all was on the hardwood floor (barely missing the leather couch) of a stranger’s house and all over mommy. Coming in at a close second is our bedroom sitting couch. The cover’s still at the dry cleaner. But hey, at least it was washable! We suppose it’s a good thing he’s digesting his food well?

But despite the dirty diapers, constant feeding, and late nights and early mornings, we love our son like no other. And only having becoming parents can we catch just a glimpse of how our God loves us — fallen and wayward and helpless though we are.