Good grief. Just look at him.
When Grip wants to nurse (i.e., when he’s awake), he nuzzles at any bare skin he can find. There’s nothing quite like having your neck nuzzled by your newborn son.
Aw, look, he’s got his mom’s mouth! I love his mom’s mouth, so I’m happy about this turn of events.
My dad in particular, who has never before shown signs of sappiness, has bonded with Grip. As it happens, he was the recipient of Grip’s very first spit-up. That’s love!
For me, at least, this was a beautiful thing to watch: my parents falling in love with my child. It makes me feel rooted in the world in a way I can’t quite describe.
Jen burps Grip by sitting him up and patting his back. It is indescribably cute. He looks like a tiny little old man. We can’t decide if it’s Yoda or Winston Churchill.
Grandma Leslie bought Grip his very first baseball, with his name right there on it. His mom and I think with his big hands and tall frame he’d make a great first baseman. We’re pushing him towards MLB.
At this early stage Grip doesn’t do much, but he does yawn occasionally, and he makes it so cute that it compensates for the lack of other tricks.
A mama and her little boy.
Grandma Leslie is already thinking about how she’s going to brag to the other grandmas back in Cookeville. Which is fair. She does have the very best grandbaby, after all.