A Tale of Two Friends

We were the best of friends; we were the worst of friends. He was the age of fussiness; he was the age of smiles...

That pretty much sums up our lives lately {and the reason I haven't blogged for a bit!}

For the first six weeks, Baby A was a perfect angel. And then it was suddenly like someone flipped a switch for a couple of weeks. That famed sixth week growth spurt was a doozy for him! The poor little guy seemed irritated by everything and spent a good portion of his wakeful time just being grumpy. {Oh how I began to look forward to his naptimes to regroup my sanity!} Luckily for my sanity, he knows how to smile. And he has the cutest smile I've ever seen!! Between fussy fits, he would flash that big, gummy grin and all my frustrations would melt!

Finally, this past week, he has mellowed out again and his sweet personality has begun to resurface. And that means we have a lot more fun together each day. For example, we met some friends for lunch today and then ran a few errands. Even though we were out for longer than he's used to {and he had every right to be annoyed that his mom was dragging him around from store to store}, he was all smiles and talking to me as we cruised up and down aisles.

I love this little guy! I'm the luckiest girl in the world to get the two best friends in the whole world - Baby A and his cute dad!