Everywhere I go, someone tells me my baby looks just like (fill in the blank with a name of one or more of his siblings), yet every morning when I go in to get him up, I think to myself that he looks quite different from all of our other babies.
(Rest assured, he's ours. He was born at home, so there was definitely no hospital mix-up in his history. And we don't have a milkman, so that's out.)
Regardless, I think he is one of the most stunning babies on earth. I mean, sure, I might be a teensy weensy bit biased. But gosh....he kills me with those big baby blues.
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