puff daddy would be a good name for the little tyke after the eating of tiny star shaped puffs saved our colorado trip, one day at a time. whoever invented tiny dissolvable snacks for tots, i thank you. over and over again. who would have thought such a thing could distract a baby for two hours on a plane? ok maybe most parents knew this, but i'm clearly still a noob.
with that said, here are a few more pics from our trip. all in all, mr. H did so very well and we're thrilled to have made the memories + snapped the shots that will last for years to come. [commence weeping worthy of bachelor woman. what's that? which one? does it matter?]
some of us are content to look + not taste. others, not.
possibly my favorite....that tiny squeak of a cleft....the glistening nose....THE LASHES. oh yes and the EARS, DID I MENTION THE EARS?
from his perch 8000+ feet above sea level. clearly this kid owns the world. ok maybe not the world, but a woman. ME.
and lastly, peering down over the crunch + sparkle of snow-bedecked chicago on our last night of vacation. you might think i'm swooning for the petite paw or the perfectly curled lash thats screaming for a maybelline contract, but its the monster that kills me. gaaaRRRRRRRRRR!!! here i come! slobberslobberslobber!
yup.
this one's a framer.
You are so good, Liz!! Love all the pics, especially the last one - WOW!
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