10 Weeks

Arlo is 10 weeks old today, and we made it through our first week of Danny working. I have a newfound respect for stay-at-home moms. This is tough work. It's a damn good thing this boy is cute, let me tell you.

Does this really need a caption?

Arlo loves being outside. I'm not an outdoorsy person in the least, but I do enjoy sitting in the front yard with him, watching him take in the sound of the birds chirping, the way the wind feels between his outstretched fingers—things I stopped noticing so, so many years ago.

Relaxing in the setting sun.

I'm not wearing makeup, but I'm taking one for the team because this is too cute not to share.

I'm concerned about Arlo's sleep habits. I really have no idea when he's going to nap—or for how long. He also thinks 5 a.m. is a great time to get up for the day, which is no big deal right now but will seriously blow when I return to work in 2 weeks (ugh) and can't doze during his first nap. I have a feeling life is going to be pretty rough for a while once I'm working again—but I'll get to come home, exhausted, to this face:

OMG

So, how miserable could I be, really?

No, seriously:  OMG. (Also, mean Mama didn't cut his nails, which resulted in a pretty ugly scratch below his eye.) 

A random photo of Scooter and Arlo, just because.