17 weeks

I admit, I forgot to take a picture yesterday, when he was actually 17 weeks.  But I'm kind of glad I forgot, because today we took these . . .

I almost didn't put the second one in because he looks a little skin'n'bones . . . but it was the only one where his hand wasn't in his mouth.  I promise you, he eats.  He's just long.  And thin.  And you can see his little bug-bitten elbow in the first pic . . . we're just keeping it real around here.

And no, the beach didn't go so well.  Yes, I should learn my lesson already and quit attempting it.  At least we had a pop-up shelter this time around, unlike the umbrella fiasco of June, but homeboy doesn't love the wind in his hair.  

That is my beloved beach towel that I think I got in second grade.  It has my name on it in Sharpie because I'm pretty sure I took it to camp . . . or at least a pool party.  Land's End, people. It's quality.