same face when the wipe touches his bottom.
I can’t help it. makes me laugh, every time.
love and comfort from daddy. we’re good now.
“hey, mom, you still there?”
evil eye. no training necessary.
“oh hey guys, what’s up?”
“uh, eh mom, just eh checking, you’re still there, right?”
he likes to fake us out with his pouting face. then come the smiles.
photos taken January 1st up at Orcas Island