Mom and I spent a little bit of time the other day discussing what Anton might wear for his baptism. Using a bit of silk from my wedding gown was considered. So we zipped open the carefully encased gown in his bedroom closet and found the veil that she wore at her own wedding. We could not resist the temptation. I know it's silly, but he'd make a beautiful bride, no?

brilliant

iWant one. NOW.

So Anton has really become more of a person these days. About 3.5 months old - his hands have found his mouth and he's imitating my speech patterns. I can make him smile just about anytime I want and boy, is it fun. Nothing is more satisfying. Oh this is fun. Oh it is grand. Yes I'm still fat, but I don't care!