He arrived a week early, but exactly when his older brother insisted he would arrive. He was the best Christmas present I've ever gotten or ever expect to receive.
This is Beastie last Christmas with his birthday balloon. He's never really believed he was a baby, though he is mine, my last one. Almost everyday when I strap him into his carseat after school I tickle his squishy legs and say, "Look at those thighs!" I don't know what I'm going to do when he stops being squishy. I know it's coming and it makes me sad.
He's so squishable now, though, he can't even help but squish himself.
He is my favorite little Beastie Beast.