Mom Confessions...

I was looking through some "old" pictures the other day and trying to find one of each of the boys at six months.  I did, and I realized something.

While I believe all my boys are precious (what mom doesn't?), I realized I was a bit blind, shall we say.  When I had Carter (and then when I had Peter, and finally John Paul), I would walk through the grocery store with him or have him at Church, assuming all eyes were on him and waiting for the next "that is the cutest kid" comment.  Seriously, I thought Gerber should call.

With Carter, many people would comment on the size of his head.  Yes, I knew it was large, but it wasn't that large. "Charlie Brown?"  "Oh my gosh, look at that head, hehehe."    Come on, people.  They were just jealous they he wasn't theirs.

Well, fast forward to this week as I'm looking through pictures...

okay, I admit, his head was rather large.  I see it now.  And, I still love it :)

The other boys-who-could-earn-the-cutest-baby-title at six months...

John Paul...

Chunky, big-headed, I love them all :)