Four years ago today we welcomed this cute, wrinkly, old man into the world.
First he was Elias, then Eli, and finally his true identity broke through and he became Amos. Now he just has to live a life of confusion and explaining that he goes by his middle name instead of his first. He still doesn't really get it (and maybe I don't either).
He was a wonderful, sweet, and mellow baby which worked perfectly since Molly was in a decidely un-mellow phase at this same time. We are so happy to have our little Amos, Amo, Amolicious in our family. He is funny and silly and sweet and huggy and perfect.
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