Project Orson: Week Twenty.

Twenty.  I can't even.  Twenty whole weeks.

It is March and he was born in October, so I guess mathematically it makes sense that our little boy is twenty weeks old.  But how the heck is he twenty weeks old?  I feel like I was just writing the double digits post like yesterday.  If time is eluding me much to my chagrin, then it was probably God's timing that we found his lost glasses in time for this.

I am pretty sure by now he wishes he could just wear bows.

Happy twenty weeks, handsome.