Then there is the second picture. Looking at this picture I am concerned.
First, I am horrified at how low cut my shirt appears. I promise when I left the house for church that morning it was not that low cut. I would never leave the house in anything that low cut. Was I just not paying attention? Was I blinded by the ruffles and flower (I how I love J Crew!)? Or maybe holding the baby pulled it down? I'm not sure what's going on but regardless it's very troubling.
Second, look at my hair! There definitely appear to be multiple grey hairs on my head! If you click on the picture it blows up and it is even more evident. I am 24 years old. I'm sorry but that seems far to young to have noticeable grey hairs in a picture this size. I told Jessica she must examine my head to determine the state of my grey hairs.
Regardless of my concern, isn't baby Jed adorable. You can see his little personality emerging under his stylin' hat! It's almost enough to make me want to have a baby this very instant. But then he begins to cry and I assure you the spell is broken. I hand him off to his Mama and remember to thankful for all the sleep I get in life.
