Malone was stuck on the bili blanket for a whopping FIVE days. He was our little quaranteened gloworm. So, needless to say, I haven’t had a chance to take some official portraits or anything of such (wannabe) grandeur. I DO have, however, a few snapshots of our lives from the last nine days.
His first “bath” (umbilical cord still on=thorough sponging)
First trip to the doctors office
Being held by Aunt Cici
Horsey rides via Papa
And uncle Walt…
My crazy little man.