Oliver is five months. I love five months. He’s giggly and smiley and completely immobile. A blubberball who’s content with me carrying him around wherever I go. In a blink of an eye it will all change…I’ll be chasing him for kisses and hugs and he’ll be too busy sword-fighting with his brothers and building mud piles with his big sis. So I will continue to hold him every second I can get.
And I think our weimi is a pretty big fan of this new babe of ours, too. ;)