James is 4 months old. I seriously don’t know how that happened.

But that’s not the ridiculous thing. It’s not that he is so happy, and responsive.

It’s not that  his favourite thing in the whole world is blowing raspberries.

It’s ridiculous how much he loves his bath. And how, when he curls his chubby little legs up I can’t help but smother him with kisses. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

What is ridiculous, and unbelievable, and wonderful is that he gets a tiny bit more gorgeous every single day.