six weeks

Dear sweet Dorian,
You are asleep in my arms as I write- your tiny pale fist on my chest, your rhythmic breathing, your head that smells like apricots and sunshine. I could happily just sit and snuggle you and watch you all day long.Today you were so smiley despite having a nasty cold-poor little one- and you have started making these sweet happy shouts when I am talking to you. You love listening to voices, you listen quietly to your Papa and I when we talk together in the evening, eventually dozing contentedly to the sound.

I can't believe how fast you are growing- you are so much bigger than your brother was at this age. You've outgrown all your newborn things and the 0-3 month clothes too. The tiny newborn soaker I knit you didn't have a chance. I love it- those sweet chubby cheeks and thighs- you are healthy and sturdy and cute as can be.

You are such a mellow little guy, you are happy and easy going most of the time. You don't really cry, you just sort of grunt and wriggle to let us know you are in need of something. And, for the time being, your needs are pretty clear- you need breast milk or a diaper change or a change of scenery or help going to sleep. Often you do just drift off on your own, but if that isn't working you just need to be bounced in the sling for a moment and you are off to dreamland. And thankfully you are not particularly bothered by loud noises- like rowdy toddler shouting or drumming or wailing, because there certainly is some of that going on around you.

I am so excited to watch you grow and see who you become. Thank you for choosing us, sweet baby, we're so glad you've come.
love Mama

ETA : Grr...this post got lost and re found- but all the comments got deleted... thanks for all the sweet words, I'm sorry they've disappeared into the ether.