the faces of Winston

my baby boy is now a whopping 12 weeks old - I just cannot believe it. Mostly because I have almost zero memory of the past three months (it's weird sleep-deprivation onset amnesia). To make sure that I have plenty of photographs of Winston as he grows up, today, instead of folding laundry or cleaning the bathrooms, I spent an hour capturing his funny faces: giggling, cooing, gurgling, babbling, and just overall being an awesome baby boy. How did something so entertaining come out of MY body? It is nuts.