Drew, oh my Drew. He's got it rough. Two doting sisters. A Daddy who is eager to teach him all about baseball. Grandparents that are wrapped around his little finger. Then there's Momma...yeah, he's spoiled.
This is the smirk he gives me when he is suppose to be nursing but is too busy playing!
In order to get dinner on the table, I have discovered that I can start Drew's "bath" in the kitchen sink and he will splash and squeal in delight long enough for me to get dinner done. Win of us both. Happy, clean baby - food for the rest of the crew.
Have I mentioned that Drew maybe mildly spoiled...and gets very, very mad if he is not picked up or does not get his way at the snap of a finger...