Yes, there is an actual baby in that picture. No, I did not give birth to a stuffed fox. But he’s just so small (which is really isn’t), that all you can see is a little peek of a hand…..
So he’s a month old now but I’m just now getting to pulling the pictures off of my camera. Which bodes well for the future and my grand ambitions to have a baby book done by the time he turns 18. I also get seriously distracted by baby snuggles. I mean, look at this guy. Just pure sweetness. He wants to be held pretty much all the time (or rather, I want him to want to be held pretty much all the time) and I’m happy to oblige. Which means less baking, less blogging, more family. And that sounds perfectly okay to me.
Someday, I’ll write his birth story (or at least the hilarious and drama-filled parts, true Hunter House style) and add in more details and all of the fun updates I did with Saurus but for now: here’s our newest cuddler. He arrived in a bit of a rush. Like almost-had-a-baby-on-the-side-of-the-road kind of a rush, but safe and sound and perfect, which is all this mama could ask for, even if I do feel gypped out of some drugs. He’s also the size of a linebacker (we set all sorts of hospital records that day) but seems so small to me. Everything about this little boy is wonderful and he is the perfect addition to our family (Saurus is quite pleased with his big brother status) and I think I’ll just go enjoy some more newborn cuddles now. And probably order pizza for dinner.
Welcome to the world, Little Fox. You are so loved.