My Early Mother's Day Present

As promised, here are some pictures. It looked like he was going to have reddish blond hair, ala McMoose during his first few hours, but by the next morning, it had darkened to brown. I'm hoping it grows into a mohawk soon.
I know that picture makes it look like he has a unibrow, but I swear he doesn't. He does have quite the frown and death glare, however, and he does not hesitate to use it when we dare to do things like, you know, try to get him to eat.

We wanted to get a picture of his "happy face." This was the end result. Clearly, this kid does not take direction.

I know the blanket covers it up, but his shirt says "I love my mommy." We figured that was appropriate for today. McMoose would like everyone to know that this was his first experience putting a shirt on a baby. It was, however, his 891st experience changing a diaper on that same baby, as I haven't changed a single one yet. I feel it's only fair because after all, no one's asking McMoose to let anyone derive nutrition from sensitive parts of HIS body.