Our little Coopster was born at 9:21 p.m. on Wednesday night weighing in at 8 lb 7 oz (Woah!)(Oh wait, remember that huge belly picture?)
He is officially the cutest baby ever and I have the certificate to prove it.
He gets this title even when he scrunches up his face and looks like a grumpy old man.
I heart him.
He's the cutest.
Okay, I'll stop now.
I don't have a million pictures (yet) because apparently newborns eat for 22 hours of the day/night.
I will share my two favourite photos so far. The first one is a silly Instragram photo that I snapped in the hospital and the second is a picture that I tried to make look fancy by using some filters in Lightroom.
Okay, here he is.
P.S. Feel free to ooooh and aaaaaah as much as you like. I won't mind.
P.S.S. His name is Cooper. But he likes to be called Mini-Coop. I know, I know, what's with me and the nicknames?
Okay, here he is for real.
|Loungin' at the hospital. Two days old.|
|Chillin' at home. Four days old.|
Tomorrow we have a "photoshoot" booked. Me and him. I'm the photographer, he's the model. I may or may not bore you with ten thousand photos of him after that.
P.S.S.S. Do you see that chin? Ca-ute-ness!