Last Wednesday Tim came home from work, and I announced that our Noah was 2 months old that day. His response was, “So you took pictures of him right?” After 12 years of marriage my husband gets me. Of course I took his picture. I’ve always taken pictures of my kids almost every day, but especially on big days, like 2 month old birthdays. Sure it’s not that big of a deal to most people, but I love to compare what they look like each month of their first year. It’s amazing how much they change and grow. Noah has noticably plumped up and out. I love his cute little baby fat rolls. If only all that chub could come off of me as it goes onto him. My friend Audrey says, “If fat rolls and cellulite was as cute on adults as on babies I would be a babe.” Now Audrey is cute and small so I don’t know what she’s talking about, but me, well let’s just say I would be the world’s most sought after super model.
