Thomas had his two-month check-up yesterday. He now weighs 14 pounds, 13 ounces. He's no slouch! And he also has bypassed a huge pile of baby clothes that will never fit him. This morning, he woke up (after a perfect night; he was awake for about 15 minutes to eat and wasn't up for the day until 6:30) happy and smiling. So I thought I would share the wonderfulness.
Edited to add: sorry it's horizontal; by the time I clued in, he was in distress over a wet diaper, so the magic had ended. And don't mind my stuffy-sounding babbling. Just focus on the cute.