It feels like Scout just got here - it's amazing how two weeks can go by so quickly.
Him and Tucker have been like peas and carrots. I was a little nervous that Tucker would be a mama's boy with a strange man in the house, but it's been quite the opposite. Tucker will now turn his head when I try to kiss him while Daddy is holding him. He doesn't want me to hold him if there's a choice between Scout and me. And his first word came two days after Scout got here: Dada. I guess we have a daddy's boy on our hands? That's perfectly fine with me.
At the airport:
Hanging out by the pool:
Driving Daddy's truck:
Daddy + remnants of ice cream melting down one's face = the perfect day: