
Those thighs. That perfectly round bald head. The little baby feet pointed outward. The rolls upon rolls of baby fat. The little baby mewbs. Every part of him is gorgeous.
But the huge, open-mouth, about-to-guffaw smile makes me want to smother him with kisses.
Little Colin is six months old now. Hard to believe. In this much time again, he'll be one year old.
I really don't have anything to say. I just needed an excuse to post these pictures of him. I could eat him up. He's so delicious.


