So, Mommy scoffed at
Joss' old roommate's parents for bringing in clothes when the hospital provided perfectly good white, wrap-around undershirts that make all babies look like wee Luke
Skywalkers. Then she reconsidered after pawing through a pile of Paul's old baby clothes and a fresh surge of hormones hit the proverbial fan. . .
(The onesie reads: MY MOM ROCKS me to sleep, written in a heavy-metal rock font.)
Extreme close-up! See, you don't need a fancy
schmancy camera to achieve "depth of field." You just need a very still, sleeping subject; a crib with clear sides to steady one's hand; and a diaper-load of luck.

Super baby! Up, up, and away!

Tuckered from tummy-time.
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