My little man! How I love this little guy. He is finally keeping all his food down and it shows. Check out the cheeks.
Joaquin will smile to anyone these days. He started at around 5 weeks and that little smile is now turning into giggles...sweet little giggles. 
Begging...always begging with those two little hands. How could I ever say no?
A tattoo? It is the only way to blend in with the islanders. She got a few of those at the Polynesian Cultural Center. Kohl only wanted one. I wanted him to get a long one on his face to look like a mean warrior and he gave me a look that said, "you must be crazy." That was a bit too much to ask for from Mr. Neat. He cracks me up.
