Time Flies

I can't believe Tanner is 7 weeks old this week (Thursday to be precise). We are blessed that he sleeps pretty well at night. I am the lucky one who gets to try to make him take naps during the day. That's usually the times when he confirms that he is my son and Bill Nasse is his grandaddy. Greg calls it "showing that Nasse-ass". He screams, cries, and more often than not, turns himself a lovely shade of purple before finally admitting he's tired and falls asleep. But when all is well in his world, he can melt your heart.