“Isaac! Look at Mama!,” you made silly faces so he’d smile while Mike held the wiggly bundle in his arms. “There’s my little shark.” Isaac giggled and gave you a big smile.

You cut my head off,“ Mike complained as he browsed through the photos later that evening you had taken of Isaac.

"I was taking his picture, not yours Mike,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, but…” Mike said with a pout.

“Awww poor baby wants his picture taken? Okay. Lose the clothes big boy,” you suggested with a waggle of your brows.