my little angel child. double chin and all.
don’t get me wrong, i’m utterly sleep deprived and having daily space outs like no one’s business, but I can hardly fault this little guy. there have been no two hour crying sessions at four in the morning. i have yet to resort to the portland freeway loop to get him to sleep. there are no four hour hour cluster feeds before bed. and he has yet to have an inopportune diaper blow out. he doesn’t appear to loathe his car seat, his mom’s bony arms, nor the lack of attention he receives in favor of big sister’s. nor is he inclined to complain about anything else in his little life.
wait, was this post about willy or about how difficult the first was as a newborn?
he was a newborn for all of two days before some sort of steroids overtook his shape. his neck is so strong. face so boyishly masculine. his crying so easily consoled. he wiggles and giggles and gnaws on my finger like the best of them. what else is to be said of an angel baby?
chubby baby hands.
for comparison’s sake. little two month bee in my arms… 😦
and 2 month will in mama’s arms. 🙂 check out those identical eyes though.
i have done what i set out to do and could never manage to accomplish with bee: arm rolls. small, but by gosh they exist.
he’s up to cooing for about two and half minutes upon waking, then it’s back to ‘i’m tired, hug me and put me to sleep, please’
his favorite things are: milk, belly time, and long walks anywhere mom’s going.
the knees of my bees 