I Ought to be Ashamed

at the amount of photos I took of this boy.  

But it's like when you make Deb's Salted Brown Butter Rice Krispie Treats,

and she has you add a bit of extra butter and then brown it (could anything smell better?),

loving the toe grab

and you dump it into a dish to spread that gooey, warm, delectable (Clover's new favorite word) confection,

who can resist putting some of that in their mouth, even though it might burn your tongue?

toes, illuminated

The sweetness is entirely overpowering after more than one piece, but it's still warm and still marshmallow stringy, so you indulge, and smile while you do. 

knuckle dimples

It's like that.  

hand discovery

It was the perfect photo shoot recipe: the early morning happies from the boy,

whistle blower

as I pulled him into bed to change his clothes and diaper,

golden goodness streaming in from the window,

those blues looking like they do, and that lower lip suck.

So, though I should be embarrassed,

limbs

I'm not, 

because I'm confident

you might have done the same.