I have been mighty quiet here, but there's not a whole lot of text to be had from my days. Like Henry and other newborns, I've been eating and sleeping. He and I have been spending a lot of quiet time together: staring at each other, cooing at each other, grasping on to fingers... He is a good baby. He cries when he needs something, and stops when he gets it. His - and my - favorite napping position is with his head wedged under my chin, his wispy near black hair brushing my lips.
This mom with one newborn experience is feeling much more confident and relaxed this time around.
He had a doctor's check-up today; he's gained an inch in length and 8 oz. He's molting right now, and his cord is just starting to show signs of jumping ship.
Jim is in love with his son.
Willa was reported to have lifted her shirt in order to feed one of the dolls at school today. We all knew that was coming, eh?
A final note for the day: I'm wearing jeans that I wore prepregnancy.