okay, so at first, i was like, that little Owen, he's cute and all, but i wasn't exactly smitten. only because i don't have children or focus on babies or kids really. i enjoyed the photos of him and the stories, but i wasn't all googley eyed.
but now, i'm just enamored and in love and in awe. he is just the most darling little person i've ever laid eyes on.
He looks like Grandmaw is whispering just what he wants to hear in his ear. Good morning, Sunshines! (Well, afternoon here and evening for you.) Smooches on the cheeks for both of you! x0x0 N2
Oh, y'all. Thank you so much for indulging me because I know what this is. I mean- I'm a million times worse than the grandmother who walks around with pictures of her grandchildren and who corners strangers to look at them. What can I say? It's some sort of weird compulsion. But thank-you. And Bethany- that makes me happy.
and it's one of those never say never things isn't it, this learning about the power of unconditional love,
and I have to laugh, while your wisteria is romantic in all it's invasive glory, today , if the rain stops, I am heading to a clients to try and eradicate this very thing. He has wisteria all through a tree and over the fence and starting to choke his pool pump etc. It needs to go. I'm sure most of the neighbours walking by see it as an messy eyesore. Perspective is everything.
you are killing me with sweetness this morning! those eyes! that smile!! Aaargh! And XXOO!
ReplyDeletei can smell the sweet smell of baby all the way to arizona.
ReplyDeletegood morning sweet owen.
good best sweet morning Ms. moon.
Oh, I totally look that great when I get up. Really. Until I put my glasses on and look in the mirror, that is. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, that face.
ReplyDeleteWV: priti
:)
He's going to start pointing at things and asking, "What?" any day now.
ReplyDeleteI love his hair!
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous boy!
ReplyDeleteHa, no morning face there, no. Those eyes!
ReplyDeleteHis eyes get me too. My Owen has dark beautiful brown eyes as well. It makes me happy, because they come from me.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness he is so cute! Those eyes!
ReplyDeleteWell, I can say that I certainly don't look like that when I wake in the morning. And probably never did.
ReplyDeletei wuv him.
ReplyDeleteokay, so at first, i was like, that little Owen, he's cute and all, but i wasn't exactly smitten. only because i don't have children or focus on babies or kids really. i enjoyed the photos of him and the stories, but i wasn't all googley eyed.
but now, i'm just enamored and in love and in awe. he is just the most darling little person i've ever laid eyes on.
hugs to both of you and his amazing parents.
He looks like Grandmaw is whispering just what he wants to hear in his ear. Good morning, Sunshines! (Well, afternoon here and evening for you.) Smooches on the cheeks for both of you! x0x0 N2
ReplyDeleteOh, y'all. Thank you so much for indulging me because I know what this is. I mean- I'm a million times worse than the grandmother who walks around with pictures of her grandchildren and who corners strangers to look at them. What can I say? It's some sort of weird compulsion. But thank-you.
ReplyDeleteAnd Bethany- that makes me happy.
That boy is gettin' some hair!I love the Troll doll quality some baby hair has.
ReplyDeleteMr Big Eyes ;)
ReplyDeleteGood God -- he really is gorgeous.
ReplyDeletecyber kisses !!
ReplyDeleteand it's one of those never say never things isn't it,
this learning about the power of unconditional love,
and I have to laugh, while your wisteria is romantic in all it's invasive glory, today , if the rain stops, I am heading to a clients to try and eradicate this very thing. He has wisteria all through a tree and over the fence and starting to choke his pool pump etc. It needs to go. I'm sure most of the neighbours walking by see it as an messy eyesore. Perspective is everything.
He is so cute. I want to SQUEEZE him!
ReplyDeletePrecious!
ReplyDeleteOMG that is the cutest baby EVER! sorry i havent been around lately (you know how school is)... trying to catch up (:
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