I stepped off the elevator to the music of great lungs in search of a room number. The closer I got the louder the music. Master Brayden was in his dads arms testing those new cords.
Baby burrito. I sniffed his melon. We cuddled.
I have a prediction...ten months from now there will be a story about how this little man has mastered ripping his diaper off and was caught streaking through the house.
Congratulations Ken and Amy!