A day late because yesterday was all about Master Luca. 

So much so that this is the only photo taken of Miss Harlow all day long. This face is just on the precipice of the morph into 'Har-LOCO' – poor little blossom was well over-stimulated with the birthday craziness and toy helicopter flying crashing.

But this photo is interesting in that it highlights how much she is looking like her oldest brother now. They have the same hairline. Very cute. If she ends up with his long, golden curls, I will officially die and go to heaven.

You know what else is heaven? Harlow at fifteen weeks is heaven. Oh man, this baby is killing me softly. She chuckles. Chuckles! Straight from her belly. Me. Dead. So cute.

I'm still babymooning. I really am.