Poor 4th Child… Introducing Baby Mikey!!

I would say that I am the worst mother, but I have seen a few that are worse than me, so I will withhold that title for now.  But I am the worst blogger, and didn’t even update my blog a month ago when I produced a new child…  Oops.  So, without further ado, I present BABY MIKEY!!!

Michael James David Evans (do you need a nap?) was born on 4/3 a bit after 1am.  Weighing in at an impressive 9lbs 12 oz, 21 and change inches in length, and a 38cm head (100% people!!)  Someday his mother might write his birth story, but that day is still not today.  Baby Mikey is loved by all, excessively much by some.  (I’m looking at you, Allison!)  He is pretty much the world’s best baby, and I won’t write too much about his great qualities because I don’t want to jinx life, but I will say that at one month he is smiling on purpose a little bit and is stinking cute and wonderful.

Now for a lot of pictures.  You are welcome, Momo.  (That is one of his grandmas.  She picked her own name.)

Once upon a time, Mikey was born.

Once upon a time, Mikey was born.

Then we all took turns holding him.  Daddy first.

Then we all took turns holding him. Daddy first.

Then Harmon.

Then Harmon.

Then Sammy.

Then Sammy.

Then Allison.  With help.

Then Allison. With help.

Then Mikey came home.  And we held him some more.  Mostly Mommy.

Then Mikey came home. And we held him some more. Mostly Mommy.

But also Allison.

But also Allison.

And Sammy.

And Sammy.

And Harmon.  But maybe he needs some help.

And Harmon. But maybe he needs some help.

Sometimes Baby Mikey was awake.

Sometimes Baby Mikey was awake.

Sometimes he cried.  Especially when his parents commented on how much they liked his mono-lid. (That's like one long eyelid, people.)

Sometimes he cried. Especially when his parents commented on how much they liked his mono-lid. (That’s like one long eyelid, people.)

Sometimes his mom laid him on quilts and he rested.
Sometimes his mom laid him on quilts and he rested.

But sometimes he got tired of hearing about his mom's quilts.

But sometimes he got tired of hearing about his mom’s quilts and he cried.

He was pretty sure he liked baths.

He was pretty sure he liked baths.

And although he didn't love his baby acne, he was so happy and his mom who almost caught him smiling was too.

And although he didn’t love his baby acne, he was so happy and so was his mom who almost caught him smiling.

 

The end.

 

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One Response to Poor 4th Child… Introducing Baby Mikey!!

  1. Demeree says:

    That made me cry! Momo likes pictures cuz she is soooo far away!

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