I wanted to eat his ears.
This past weekend, Prince E and I went to visit my sister Kiki and her new baby. He was so scrumptiously cute that I wanted to eat his little ears. And his feet. And kiss his cheeks over and over.
I managed to carry him around and not worry about breaking him. For some reason he didn't seem as fragile as my other nephew did when I first held him at seven weeks, but I imagine it is more me and my maturity (ha!) than the actual difference between the babies.
Here are some photos of the little one (log in for more including his "My aunt is a hottie" shirt.)
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I'm very proud of you for holding him. It is very hard to get over the fear of breaking a newborn. I still have a bit of it myself...