My meatball.

I could just eat him. Something about those dimples, the smile, and the way he stares at you- it melts my heart. He's my little meatball. I took him out in the front yard to get these shots of him and my mom considered it borderline abusive- it was pretty brisk out. Reminds me that we're not in Virginia anymore..
I'll keep this short- my bundle of cuteness is still not sleeping through the night, sigh.