He occasionally cries. But not very often.

He does lots and lots of this with his precious smushy edible lips and cheeks.

See?

He's been known to stare into space and contemplate the universe.

He's still at it.

He spends lots of time in my arms or smiling at me, which is just about the sweetest thing ever.

He tries on hats and clothes.

He gets cozy-wozy.

He points at himself when I ask where is Wyeth! (just kidding)