The boy.

The same day I got those shots of Sabby, I tried to snap a few of Atticus. He doesn't like his picture taken (a trait he inherited from his daddy that I'm trying to change a wee bit), but it was The Golden Hour and we had a few minutes to waste.

And so this all happens.

And then he had to laugh at his own hilarity. (A trait he inherited from me.)

I did get these two sweet pictures that gives me a little glimpse into the man he will become. And it makes my heart happy. Nearly as much as those silly ones above.