The Easter Baby

We went to Edmonton for the week-end to visit my (fairly) brand spanking new nephew (no offense to my brother-in-law and his lovely wife and their quite appealing five-year-old, but let's be honest, the baby was the major draw). According to Sarah, he was undergoing a veritable 'cuteness explosion' before our very eyes, after three months and change of being gormless and unengaging and having a head that smelled like feet - I think she was just trying to make us feel less bad for not seeing him until now.





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Bridget said…
He is SUCH a cutie!!!
April 25, 2011 at 5:46 PM
Nicole said…
Oooh, three months IS a cuteness explosion, I think. Before that babies just seem sort of...wrinkly? I don't know but I do know that three months is a seriously cute time.
April 25, 2011 at 6:27 PM
Ms. G said…
Oh Sweetness!3 to 10 months is my favorite. I swear my Grandma hormones are kicking into high gear.
April 26, 2011 at 6:11 AM
Pam said…
Extreme adorableness. You didn't "accidentally" bring him home, did you? If so, I'll be right over. ;-)
April 26, 2011 at 8:21 AM
Magpie said…
gormless is a wonderful word.
April 26, 2011 at 10:51 AM
Suniverse said…
Adorable.

I'm not a fan of babies, particularly when they are baby babies. Better to see them when they can do stuff, like be cute.
April 26, 2011 at 11:10 AM
Wrath Of Mom said…
Oh, what a cutie. I agree that 3 months is when cute baby optimization kicks in. The newborn acne is gone. Any birth-canal trauma has been reduced (ie the pug nose, the bruises). They're smiling. They no longer look like Winston Churchill.

You were in Edmonton? I was in Edmonton! Were you forced to hang out for 5 painful hours at West Edmonton Mall? Did you spend your entire time feeling gritty? Seriously: Edmonton needs to buy more street sweepers and cut back on their use of gravel.
April 26, 2011 at 1:23 PM
Shan said…
Definite cuteness explosion!
April 27, 2011 at 6:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh, the adorable-ness!

I'm glad you got to meet him.
April 30, 2011 at 5:11 PM
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