Just to be fair...

While it's true that Sammy has been an overwhelmingly happy baby, he can also be very, very cross. It's as though he saves up all his anger and puts it directly into his bottom lip a couple times a week. I've never captured it on camera before, but he's been pulling the "sad lip" since the day he was born.



Sadness? I call thee Sam:

Because real tears on a baby are just too, too tragic:

But, he's mostly jolly and goofy. Even when his mom makes him wear a silly hat.
Chris is still rockin' the Bjorn at times, but I've retired. 21 lbs on my shoulders? Forget about it.

Charley? Well, he's busy toddler-ing. I'll have to wait for him to be "cute" enough to warrant a post. He did sleep this afternoon, but only because I walked about 10 km's with him in the stroller. Then, and only then, did he manage a fitful doze, curled into a spine-twisty "c" shape, clutching a toy lamb. Truly pathetic.