I am really starting to see blogs as modern day baby books and wishing more and more that we had started ours back before Z was born. Why? So I could more easily look back at photos like this one at eight months (where it looks like we pasted his big head onto that little body):
Or this one at at almost three months old, bursting with baby fat and sleeping:
Or this one at seven months, which doesn't even look like Z (sorry for the one-piece sweater outfit by the way. Not sure what that was about):
Or this one, at 15 months, using the baby sign for "help," which his daycare providers said he used all too often.