These are the final pictures I have of Heidi and little James.

Big deal, you may be thinking, you can just take more pictures when you see him again.

But here’s the thing: I have no idea when I will see Baby James next–by that time, I may have to drop the word ‘Baby’ off his name.

They change so fast! Even if I see him in a mere 4 or 5 months, he will be crawling by then! Walking! Talking! Enrolling in his first undergraduate program!

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little.

Plus, I don’t see how he ever stands a chance of walking on this little lump of a foot.

Or writing a college essay with this little appendage.

Here is his precious little face as he experienced a nightmare.

I have never seen anything so pitiful.

The impulse to gather the little guy to my bosom was overwhelming. Thankfully his mama took care of that so that I could continue to snap away with my camera.

It’s okay little guy! It was just a dream!

I wonder what babies even have nightmares about.

. . . and then I tried to manipulate the metal hand, but that stuffed pink bear was just out of reach, and I couldn’t manage to grab it with the claw! And then I realized the metal hand was my actual hand and that I have no motor control yet!

Or is it more like: and I sucked and sucked, but NO MILK CAME OUT!

We’ll probably never know.

Have a great weekend everyone!