Maybe this will be a weekly occurrence. Maybe I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. It is a lot easier to blog on Thursdays, though, when Miss Alla is in school and Fisher is napping, than it is on Tuesdays when all three of us are at school and half the day is gone when we get back home.
Yesterday Fisher somehow decided he would suddenly become four weeks old. We did not give him permission, seeing as how doing so would only lead to other such events. Turning one month old, for example. But since it did happen, I made sure to document it.
Alla is forever wanting to hold him. He was pooping while she held him so she placed a burp bloth under him so he wouldn't get poop on her bed. Then she pulled it up between his legs like an extra diaper. I love this one because it's his face so clearly, this is just him, what he looks like at four weeks, beginnings of baby acne and all. Love you little Fish.