I assume you are noticing a pattern about now. Seems like our lives have been relegated to talking about, holding, and lovin on babies. Plus, being photographed with a live baby is about the only time I get away with showing you a photo that doesn't prominently feature this:
Incidentally, this was the last day the coat zipped. Note that the pockets are falling out of themselves to make just a millimeter more space. The DLP did not enjoy when I zipped up this coat and would kick and push against it while I hated looking like a dead ringer for this guy:
