But I am Christian's biggest fan, (although Nick would debate that...he's quite the adoring big brother!)
so I made time yesterday to take some pictures of him.
We're averaging about 3 hours of sleep a night (total), he wants to nurse 24/7, and I've come down with mastitis (ugh!),
but still, I'm certain life doesn't get any better than this.
I really mean it.
Because I get to kiss those velvet cheeks and gaze into those deep blue eyes every day.
And, he's started smiling.
I know everyone says babies can't truly smile until 8 weeks,
but there's no denying that he's really smiling when he looks us straight in the eyes and grins while we talk to him.
He's a little love.
the endless nursing sessions,
the new-parent brain fog--
all this will end very very soon.
So for now, I'll just be grateful for whatever sleep I can get
and hold his floppy squishy body close, loving his little puppy breaths on my neck.