Like father like son. At seven weeks old, Austin enjoys laying on the floor and hitting (and sometimes just staring) at the little dangly toys that make noise or just look interesting. While changing him today he had on what appeared to be a white undershirt and stripped robe (onsie and sleeper). Punching his fists around in the air, my son looked like someone from an old Rocky movie. Earlier in day, Daddy took an intermission from playing video games with his brother and helped change Austin. Still available by headphone, Daddy didn't miss a beat.
By the end of the evening, Austin finally crashed, looking like a contender who was knocked not by his opponent.
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