No Contest

For some inexplicable reason, a Best Baby of the Universe Contest does not exist. I mean, I guess that's fine since, 1. I don't want to be a pageant mom and 2. I don't want to make all those other babies feel bad.
But if such a contest existed, my baby would win it.

He never cries. He laughs and smiles all the time. I literally lie him in his cradle and he goes to sleep- sometimes within seconds. Sometimes before I've even pulled my arm out from under him.
Maybe you don't have babies, so you don't understand how amazing that is. But let me tell you: IT IS AMAZING.

I just.
I am obsessed with how great he is.
So here are some pictures of him being cute:

 He gets really easily excited. Here he is doing an Irish Jig because I looked at him, which was quite thrilling.

He weighs 17+ pounds. He is in 9-12 month clothes. He has dimples all over his fat little hands and feet.

He's really dapper. He was sad that I took away his bowler hat here.  But not very sad, because he's hardly ever very sad.

August and his fan club.

I mean. Just look at his face! His big, fat face. He's the best little fatty in the universe. No contest.