The tiny Torrito turns twelve today. (See what I did there?) Our baby book comments that at this time, we may wish to stop referring to his age in weeks and use months instead. Milestone!
All pictures on this post are courtesy of a guest photographer: my little sister Christina, who's visiting her favorite nephew from San Francisco.
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| With the house elf |
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| Wrangling the beast |
At three months old, Tor smiles for nothing like he smiles for bein' nekkid. He is wearing pants in exactly none of the following photos:
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| Dressed up for Daddy's birthday |
He plays, sleeps, and eats (not pictured) on the couch:
He hangs tough in the Minnesota winter (almost over, little friend!):
And he's starting to smile when we bathe him!
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| Ready for the plunge |
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| Getting the royal treatment |
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| "We can do it!" |
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| Nighty-night, old sausage! |
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