27 Weeks

I'm a day late, but here's my precious, I-wanna-nibble-his-thighs-they're-so-dang-cute, 27-week-old.

Spring = visible baby legs = I die

(And, yes, that's a super-fun orange accordion.)

Full disclosure, despite the unbearable cuteness: he was a CRANKY boy today. Pretty much a rage-aholic. And, actually, our whole household was in a funk.

So here's hoping that by the 28-week pic, we'll all be in better moods (but still enjoying the delicious widdle baby thighs).

Night, peeps.