Time, you do fly.
And Mr. Kieran, you do grow. (Please slow down.)
This entire post is really just an excuse to share my favorite Kieran pictures from the last month.
But if you want to know more about our final babe: I'm pleased to report that Kieran is a happy baby. He's generally easy-going, unless you dare to leave him alone in his bed after he's woken up. Then, he's liable to scream as if he's been neglected for hours on end.
He's an great eater, as evidenced by the cheeks.
(I love that picture. Hello jowls, nice to meet you.)
People who hold him constantly comment on his strength. He can hold his head up forever when he's on his tummy; occasionally, he even pushes his upper body up with his arms.
His siblings adore him.
Sometimes, they love him too much, if you know what I mean.
Kieran is our first official baby-wearing baby.
The others were worn a lot, too, before I knew the term. But now that I've read the research on baby-wearing, we're in with all the way.
We've so loved watching him grow the last few weeks. But of course, the best milestone from this past month is the smiles. (And the coos. But I can't capture those with still photography.)
Swoon.
What a gift. We are blessed beyond expression.
