Sleepyhead

woke up. Once. When he had a firm grip on all that was left of his previous life.

Otherwise he slept in our arms.

And the carseat.

And the baby chair.

His little life was exhausting.

It all happened so fast.

Emily had fall break. We could be in Midland by Tuesday night. Riding in to town for the main event. Except Jenny woke up early Sunday morning. She thought she might have wet the bed. Thank goodness she came to her senses because Max was born in a hospital less than a hour later. All that drama wore him out. He napped for the rest of the week.

He slept if you were looking.

Or not.

With the pacifier.

Or without.

A prodigy of baby sleeping.

Papa came for the weekend.

No one asked Colton about having a baby brother. He took it like a man and ignored the thorny issue.

Their is mischief in this boy but no front teeth. Max is safe from the little vampire.

Maybe.

Kirsten got the Hollywood treatment before her debut in the ward Primary Program. The shades. The tinted windows. The mature driver. She is such a star. Get your autograph now.