This is a couple shots of his "I'm-pensive-what-the-heck-is-this-silver-thing-in-my-face" face. He gives it to me often. So there is not much to say here - he is just growing and growing and every day gets cuter. He has started laughing a lot more now, but it is not predictable and it still kind of sounds like a scream. So I wonder to myself - "self, are you torturing your son or making him happy?" I guess I feel that way often - dress up time, bath time, diaper time. If only babies could talk.