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I 'Ott'-to Tell You Some News

Hi long lost blog...can we talk?

I just want to tell you all about the little boy that joined our family. I know, I know, last time we talked he was only 20 weeks old, still in my tummy, and contributing to some killer heartburn. But now? Now he is 11 weeks old (on the outside ;-), still burning hearts though with some killer eyes and his handsome baby looks.

Oh, and his name? Otto Bruce, hence the strange spelling for this post's title.

To be honest, I was skeptical - I mean, how on earth can a little boy be as cute as a baby girl? Headbands with giant flowers and frilly onesies aren't exactly encouraged as part of the male wardrobe. But alas...

Photo cred: Amy Reid Photography
Those cheeks are just as kissable and his tiny fingers literally and figuratively have such.a.grip. His skin has the perfect smoothness and he has that coveted "new baby smell" spilling out his pores. At this stage he is over the swaddle and instead enjoys close cuddles and soft blankets draped, not binding.

The pregnancy and birth were a complete 180 from Zara's, a reminder that he is absolutely his own person, even if he looks strikingly similar to his sister. And all my anxieties about having a boy, well they completely disappeared the moment we met. Our little family had an Otto-shaped hole, but thank goodness he's here to fill it now!

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