pratt loves yoda. yoda...well, she tolerates pratt. that's an excellent word for it. lately, he will just spot her and start laughing. he'll immediately start crawling toward her...and i can just read her mind. it's like this, (and if you have been lucky enough to know yoda...you know this is true), "seriously. it's that kid again. his hands always smell like fruit juice and he constantly tries to pull my fur. i will be so glad when he goes home."
poor cat.
these are two pictures i got the other night right after his bath. yes, that is the reason his hair is so greasy looking. because it's wet. not because it's dirty. i promise.
here is pratt with his favorite "rocking" person. daddy has spoiled this baby in that he now expects to be rocked to sleep every night. and let me just say that he isn't always ready at 8. this is totally messing up my routine. oh well. time flies...one day i'll wish he were still small enough to rock. i know, i know.
and since pratt was just a little bitty baby, he has had this habit of putting his two middle fingers in his mouth. at first, i was worried about what it was going to do to his teeth. and while that is still concerning to me...we do know a great dentist...and well, it's helpful for me because this means he's either hungry or tired.
as evidence by the grip on his little blanket...i'd say he's sleepy in these pictures. so, so sweet. those gigantic eyes. i love him so much.
and finally. i've always dreamed of a little curly headed baby. looks like my dream came true. sweet, sweet boy.
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He is most certainly a dream come true.
just so you know, Jackson and I are looking at the pictures of sweet Pratt when he says, "Yeah Mom, that baby." and starts walking toward the door with his shoes. Evidently we're coming over and I didnt know it ;)
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