The other day my dad said that even though he knew the last few weeks had been exhausting, he hoped that Mike and I were taking a few moments here and there to enjoy our final baby. At the time I was like, “I am just trying to survive,” but what he said stuck with me, and I did start making a conscious effort to savor the little things about James that I want to remember – those fleeting newborn bits that are gone in a blink.

I love that strong newborn grip:

holding hands

I love his hands, which look so big compared to the rest of him:

big hands

I love his wrinkly feet and flakey baby skin:

tiny feet

I love how he has extra skin to grow into (and a fine layer of soft baby fuzz on top of it):

wrinkles and fuzz

I love the perfect curve of his ear:

perfect little ear

I love the current color of his eyes:

blowing bubbles

I love how he looks right before he sneezes:


And of course, I love all of his hair:

epic hair

But most of all, I love how he fits on my chest, and how he settles with his ear just above my heart.

my james

He is our perfect final baby.