Here is our little boy when he was first born, with his dark hair and mohawk and little Yoda face. His skin was a deep red color for the first month and he was just sweet, sweet, sweet.
Connor at one month old in May. He doesn't look newborn anymore and he is larger than babies several months older than he. I love this picture because he was so interested in his hand moving around, it was hard to get a decent shot.
Connor is two months old. Not the most thrilling picture, but he was in the baby state where they stare and just take in everything. His baby hair is starting to fall out, replaced by blondish wisps. He also begins to lose his redness and dip into his Irish background for his fine, fair skin.
Connor at three months old in July. Showing off his New York stripes (courtesy of the Vilbigs from when Ian was little, or maybe I should just say Christina, since I don't want to stir the pot in a divided household of NY baseball fans.) He still has that perplexed look but he is normally just happy as can be.
A happy-go-lucky Connor at four months old in August. Complete with chunky, squeezy baby rolls around his legs and arms and looking oh, so different from the first picture.
On to the next post because apparently you can only post so many pictures before they cut you off.
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