Seven weeks

you are in this world.

I could never have imagined to have so much joy by just looking at you. Sure, it's tiring at times, but overall I get overcome by love, just being with you. And it just gets better, 'cause nowadays you smile, starting with a smirk and a twinkle in your eyes, and transforming into a radiant sunburst.

And, for the record, here's some new developments:
* you look at both hands individually, and move them past your eyes, open, closed, fingers stretched, it keeps you amazed
* you drink more formula each time, starting to stretch the hours between feeds
* you hardly moan anymore when we change you, or when we dry you, rub your body with bodylotion, and dress you after a bath
* you respond immediately when you see someone new (or 'old', like us:-), by looking interested
* your tiny body isn't so tiny anymore; you're a yummy chubby baby
* you can hold your head straight all the time now, as your neck gets stronger and stronger
* you are so much more aware of everything that happens
* you love it when I read to you, making little noises to the melody of my voice
* when you don't have bowel spasms, you are the happiest little chap in the world
* you looooove to sleep against my chest, with your face squeezed against my neck (which by the way is the best feeling ever for your mummy!)