Ok, so it’s not the greatest photograph ever, and yeah it’s blurry and you can only see 3/4s of my face…but it’s SOMETHING! And YES, Marcel has his fist in his mouth. Our theory is that he’s on the cusp (hehe) of teething.
Marcel, Paul, and I enjoyed an impromptu lunch date at Spaghetti Works. Marcel was very fussy, and since our corner of the restaurant was fairly empty, I walked him to this mirror where he proceeded to shout and squeal at his reflection—in delight, I like to imagine. I thought I should snap the proverbial Mommy and baby mirror photo, and here’s the fruit of my first attempt. It’s not easy to keep my hand steady while holding a squirmy baby, you know.
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