Nine months later

After nine months of growing, my baby boy had finally arrived. He was squishy, sleepy, and completely perfect.

After nine more months of growing, my little boy is squishy, smelly, smiley, and still completely perfect.

He doesn't crawl yet, but he gets around anyhow.

He is unabashedly a mama's boy unless Pop Pop is near. Then he practically leaps out of my arms to snuggle with his namesake. It's ok. I'm not offended.

He has six teeth, two on the bottom and four on the top. Those top teeth provided no shortage of discomfort for a few weeks.

We sure love Teddy. I don't think we knew how much we needed our boy until he arrived.

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