My boys find joy in some of the smallest things.
Just look at that proud face!
This picture of Zion in the tub reminded me of this one of Canaan.
(Yes, he is nursing in this picture. I use to walk around the mall nursing that child - he nursed EVERYWHERE! Perhaps that explains why he was 20 lbs at 18 weeks old! Of course, he started out at 9lb 4oz, so he had a nice jump start!)
When I look back on it now, I can't believe I put a temporary tattoo on my two month old.... but at the time, it just seemed like a cute idea.
I wanted him to match his Daddy.
Who knew that he was going to end up being the spittin' image of him!?
(It throws me off to look at old pictures of Andy. I am so use to him without glasses now! It's amazing what you get use to, and how quickly!)
I can say with complete honesty that I truly will not have a problem with it if my children go out and get tattoos (the real kind) as soon as they turn 18. (although I will pray for some wisdom to be used!) But for some reason, I doubt they will. Their Daddy has tattoos - I am sure they will think that tattoos are therefore totally uncool (or whatever the word for uncool is when they hit 18)!
But for now, they love them, and washable works for me!