It seems like just yesterday that I held her for the first time. *Sniff, sniff* (After my third and longest pregnancy that I thought would NEVER end. ;) Now, she's ready to graduate high school in four shorts weeks and head off into the hard, cruel world. Sometime, somewhere, along the way, I must have blinked. 
Mallory grabbed the camera and snapped these last weekend. =)
He quickly overcame the reluctance.
Poppa let him stand on the bench. That made him happy.
This is his delighted squeal. Silly boy!
Sweet, sweet smile. Awww.
Then he posed himself. :)
I LOVE this picture!
And this one, too! 
An eyelash profile shot, just for Mrs. Jami! ;)
Poor tired, hungry boy had had enough. So, we headed home.
That concluded this photo shoot. :)
He must have been already starting to feel badly. He took a milk bottle and passed out before 7 PM. He didn't wake up until 5:15 or so this morning and had a temp of 101.9. He was pitiful. I gave him a couple of doses of Tylenol before he left. Then his Aunt Mallory and Uncle Daniel drove him home to his mom. I'd had him since Sunday afternoon for my Spring Break. He was supposed to go home today anyway and I'm sure he was glad to see his Mommy. Hope he's feeling better soon.
