
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.