Last Friday our big guy weighed in at 17 pounds 4 ounces, with his clothes on.
I haven't scanned it into the computer yet, but he did sit on Santa's lap last Tuesday, and the baby of a million facial expressions had none. Maybe next year.

We are practicing posing for a family picture. Now we just need to work on getting Ben and Shadow in the picture too.

He can't seem to spend enough time on his feet. If he is on his back and he grabs your fingers, he can pull/push himself to standing.
What do you think, is he practicing for his American Idol debut? We already know he is going to be a genius pianist. Will he sing too?
Still no teeth, but he can't get enough of his hand. He is a slobbering fool.
His cousins, Avery and Brynn, discovered that putting their hair in his face made him laugh...
and laugh...