Tomorrow, Feb. 12, marks seven weeks since I had my fabulous little Noah.
He's so freakin' adorable, I can't even describe it. He just started smiling -- although he smiles much faster at Daddy, whom he doesn't see all day, than at me, but I'm not jealous or anything -- and he's made a few noises other than crying and snorting in the past few days.
But there's a part that's creeping me out: He sleeps. A lot. I don't just mean the expected newborn let's-sleep-for-two-or-three-hours-then-eat-then-sleep-again napping. I mean this kid sleeps for hours and hours and hours at a time. By himself. In his crib.
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