still haven't found our camera. don't even get me started on the heartache. so i scoured the archives for something to post about today. while it's not nearly as great as the halloween pics would be, it's still pretty cool to see how the bug has blown up.
these are the pics we take on each of his monthly birthdays. its crazy because whenever i look at him, from the very beginning, i have thought he was the cutest thing ever in my arms. but looking back at the younger pictures i think to myself, "wow, he's so much cuter now, he's a little bald/cross eyed/puny in these pics." but that's a good thing. if i thought he was cuter back then i'd just sit around and cry all day and miss that little guy. luckily he wakes up every day even cuter/smarter/adorabler than yesterday. i have even said to myself, "i will never think that the way he looks right now is anything less than the most adorable baby ever," and then a few months later i'm like, "oh, he was so ugly then compared to the baby adonis he is now." i'm sure this streak of waking up every day to a cuter version will come to a crashing halt sometime around the awkward tween years, but for now i am loving his daily transformations that make me fall even more in love with him and make it easier to let go of my teeny baby.
0 months old going home from the hospital 24 hours after birth. looking so sweet and helpless, and a bit like an old man with a pointy head. oh, tiny rocker of our world.
6/25, so bald. and only one leg fat roll. still kind of wormy and paranoid looking. gosh he was tiny.
7/25, ok the "cuter now" theory doesn't apply here. this was my favorite outfit of his and he was just getting to be so alert and smiley and chunky, yet still tiny and snuggly. double fist pump!
8/25 he was NOT happy this night. i think we woke him up from a carseat nap before taking these. he had lost all his jaundice tan and was all pale and red blotchy from waking up and crying. still could just eat him and his receding hairline up.
9/25, starting to look much more like himself. chunky and smiley and manly and marching. that's judah
10/25, and here's the latest. still on the march and not fitting sideways in the crib anymore. holy moly, i love this kid. excuse me while i go count down the seconds until i can leave work and go pick him up!