His first name is Isaiah. He is 2 1/2 weeks old. Here he is with his parents, shortly after his birth.
A closer view
Well, today he came to visit. Yes, I do mean that we were privileged enough to watch this little one at our house today while his mommy was out.
He slept for the first hour and a half, and I just sat by his car seat, trying to will him awake. Perhaps it's because I'm a youngest child, but little babies bring out the "kid big sister" in me that I never got to be to any true younger siblings.
J: "Mom, when's he going to wake up?!"
M: "Jess, let him sleep."
J: "Why won't he wake up?" Whispered quietly, "Wake up, baby."
I was so happy when his feeding time rolled around, so I could finally wake him!
Isn't his hair amazing?
Truly, isn't it?
Speaking of hair, I'm sorry for the bed-head and PJs. I'm still on break.