Usually during the weeks, our mornings are jam-packed. Depending on when the kid wakes up to eat (this can range anywhere from about 230-530), some mornings are a little less hectic than others. But Saturdays, Saturdays are where it’s at.
Saturdays, when Sheffield is up and ready for the day, we’ll go get him from his room and bring him onto the big bed! There’s no rushing around getting him and his bottles (not to mention my lunches and breakfasts right now on whole 30) ready – it’s just some good quality family in bed time.
One morning, B and Sheffy were being extra adorable, and I happened to get a few good shots. And then, later, when I was scrolling through them, this one caught my eye…
And it’s because in this picture, they look exactly alike. I couldn’t help but smile when I was looking at – mainly because everyone always tells us all the time how much he looks like me. But not in this one picture. In this one picture, he definitely looks like his dad. (Or you can tell me I’m crazy and be like, no, Laura, he definitely still looks like you — I wouldn’t hate you for it.)
Also, I’m going to throw in another one, because it’s just too stupid cute not to.