3 months = 92 days of a sweetheart named Sawyer

I am sad, happy, mad, torn, everything today. Sawyer is 3 months old. What?- You may say. Oh yes. THREE. It has flown by! He has absolutely been our little charm. Stepford Sawyer, as we sometimes call him. Or grinners, chubs, squishy, - he answers to many names. { We've finally stopped calling him "Evere...Ben..Sawyer!"} Other than his impossibly cute full-body grins, he can be seen with a 100% mobile neck, examining those weird shapes that keep flashing before his eyes {his hands and toesies}. He sleeps well, like 8 hours- eats like a dream, and is immortal against his 2 brothers always mauling him. We took him 24 hours in a car, and there were literally and honest to God- 10 mins of fussing. That's it. Westons don't play favorites- {but if we did Sawyer would be our favorite baby} :)

I had a total blast taking Sawyers pics tonight. The boys went down at 9:30 and lil' Sawyer and I just had a little photo date. He is so freaking fun. I just kept thinking "This is why I started doing this in the first place." I wanted to get great pics of my kids- and not be rushed, be able to do whatever I wanted with great equipment. Needless to say- I am pretty bias of my little Sawyer. He could be in a magazine. 

{This one cracks me up - It's like a mini headshot!}

This is how the shoot ended. My perfect little angel.

{I'm afraid that when daddy sees this post it might make him cry}