Every morning, just when mama is rolling over for one more snooze, Sprout starts kicking. Every meal, just after the first couple of bites have been devoured by a hungry mama, Sprout's feet and elbows are moving madly. And, every night, when mama and papa just start settling down, Sprout's at it again. We think he just wants to play more... Or, to test out his dancing feet.

Scenes from Sproutland. With thanks to Grandmother Richardson, for the blue shirt that has seen dates, walks, much humidity, trips to the beach, and rain, rain and more rain. (Who says you can't eat brunch outside in NYC?)

Then, there's the all-black, I'm-not-really-so-big outfit, picked out late one night online. Ha. Not much of a disguise. Dressing with such a belly is a challenge; but little Sprout's persistent love taps, or love punches, make it all just a bit more fun.