Here's a few pics to satisfy those of you cute-starved-baby nuts out there like the grandma's in AZ, and my Aunt Barbara. Double-click on a pic to supersize-it. Too bad you guys can't bury your face in his neck like I can: Woooweeee, milky stink!
Sometimes I can smell him from the next room and it reminds me of that pervasive smell that sticks to grizzly bears, the filthy beasts, but no comparisons here, please. No matter how often we clean him and soap around his neck, after every feeding he burps and the spit-up immediately begins to sour in the thick folds down there. I've got plenty of picks to show it, video too, and I'm sure I could arrange to get one in 3D. No scratch and sniff yet, unfortunately.
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