My Sweater

My ever-so-crafty mother knitted this beautiful cardigan for me to wear to church on Sundays -- started it before I was born, even. I love the color -- a beautiful Carolina blue with a fancy pattern of argyles knit into the bottom half. Look how well it fits me! To think she only started knitting a couple of months ago, and now... this! Very cute and baby boyish, wouldn't you agree?


P.S. Speaking of Carolina, having just left His presence, I think I can say with some authority that God is indeed a Tar Heel, and that is why He made the sky Carolina blue!

My Dad

Considering the wondering expression on my face in this photo, the proper title of this post probably should be "My Dad?" As in "Who's that?" Which really isn't that far from the truth, to be honest, since I spend ~22 hours a day asleep and the rest of the time nursing (~100 minutes a day if you assume 10 times a day, 10 minutes per time) Happily, my jaundice is slowly clearing up, so maybe there'll be a little more awake and available time in my day soon enough!

Baby Gaa.. No Longer...

Isaac has promoted me to a full-fledged person -- I'm officially Baby James now, Baby Gaa no longer! (quick, what movie?)