Mike doesn't believe that having a new Easter outfit is an actual "thing" for a man, so the little outfit we got for Jude this weekend had an early debut. (Am I crazy? It's a thing, right?) I'm sorry, but I'm obsessed with this kid. I can't help it. I am a true, acknowledged ridiculous parent. Every day I just turn into a puddle of mom over his sweet little face and smile. Plus, he does things like hold my hand during meals, kiss my baby bump, dance like a fiend, hug and kiss his puppies, and kiss "ouchies" better. I can't stand it. Somebody stop me. 
