Five Minutes With a Five-Week-Old: A Photo Story

In which I present our Saturday morning wake-up...

...Hello there!

What's this? You want to take my picture?

 Mom, please. I just woke up. I need to put my face on.

Back the eff up. I'm not playing around.

Seriously? I will fight you.

 Okay fineeeee. I'll give you a shot.

Oh alright, here's another one.

I guess I can smile. Wait for it.

Aha! There it is.

Yeah, I know I'm cute. Get that close-up.

Workin' it.

Oh this is too much fun! Here's my funny face.

Make sure you get a natural one. Wouldn't want anyone to think I'm trying too hard.

What's that? Daddy's finger!

I like fingers. I'll show you my trick.

 I grabbed it! So pleased with myself.

You're leaving now?

Not before Daddy comes back in for a nose tickle and almost drops the iPad on my head.

We finished now? Good. Back to sleep.

The end.

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Post Script
(two hours later):

No I absolutely do not want to sit here. I want more milk. Now! Why aren't you listening to me!?

Over and out. This time snuggled in my favorite spot...Mom's arms.

The end. (For real).