Barnyard Boy

Sometimes I'm afraid to say things like, "Aidan's getting better", because it seems like the words are no sooner out of my mouth, than he's sick again. I really hope the worst is over because it's hard to watch him (and hear him) struggling for breath. We were let out of the hospital 2 days ago, and Aidan has been recovering slowly. Poor little pumpkin muffin gets croup so easily - and he sounds just like a squeaky duck when he has it.

Speaking of ducks, I'm posting my favourite "barnyard" photos of him. He's getting good at saying "moo", "quack", and he pants like a puppy. The barn is one of his favourite toys.

My husband doesn't like that last photo because he said Aidan's head looks enormous and cartoonish - but I quite like it. He often looks up at us like that, and I love those blue eyes searching mine!

I love the determination in Aidan's body language - he is trying so hard to support himself, and he really is quite proud. It reminds me of the Friendly Giant.