This little guy was already eight weeks old when I arrived to take his photos today. He did not want to sleep. He fought it as long as he could and took a few two minute cat naps. He kind of reminded me of the way Lilah was at that age. She would sleep, but she wanted to be held while she was sleeping (haha – who am I kidding – she still wants to be held while she is sleeping, only it’s a little harder on the back now because she’s pushing 25 lbs.). Anyway, Mr. G. was born 7 weeks early, but one look at his chubby thighs and you would never know!

Chip and Trish (Mr. G.’s Daddy and Mommy) are naturals when it comes to parenting. Their new little family has a rhythm that seems comfortable and practiced, even though they have only been at it for a few weeks. I know I say this to everyone, but this time goes by so quickly. It really is a blink of the eye. Revel in these moments with a milk-drunk baby snuggled on your chest, eyelids heavy under the weight of lashes. Breathe deeply his newborn smell and hold him for as long as you can (because in a few short months he’ll be discovering this world for the first time on two legs, and you’ll be chasing him around and stealing kisses and hugs whenever he’ll let you).