Up until this point, other than the usual eating, crying, pooping, and being overwhelmingly adorable, he hasn’t really done much.
Until a couple days ago.
He’s started rolling over. From front to back and back to front. He’s done both a couple of times. Although I’m the only one who has seen it so it’s really my word against everyone elses.
He eats non-stop all the time.
He grins with his whole body.
He laughs when you play pat-a-cake.
He loves his Daddy.
He has a healthy fear of the force that is his sister.
He hates to be alone.
He consistently sleeps between 10 and 12 hours every night since he was born (with a few exceptions before I found out I couldn’t eat dairy while I’m nursing).
He loves to snuggle.
He holds my hand when he’s eating.
And, he’s a little needy.
We love him. We’re glad he was born. We think we’ll keep him.