8 weeks… 8 weeks… It’s odd to say that. It feels like he’s always been around. Then again, it also feels as if he just now entered our lives.
Every day, Seth’s a new person. He does something he didn’t do yesterday. This week, he started grabbing at my beard. His hands are no longer permanently in fists and he’s grasping objects that are as small as my arm hair… because it is my arm hair (ouch).
Seth started day care, this week. That was one of the hardest moments for us. It was almost as hard as our hospital visit. At least at the hospital, we knew he still needed us — only us. We made it through the first week OK. He still smiles when he sees us. He still snuggles with us. He still needs us. And that’s good.
This week’s picture shows Seth’s really cute smile. We see a lot of that. I figure he’s smiling because he knows how silly it is that his clothes have the word, “baby” on them. Everybody knows what he is. He doesn’t need a label.
Molly
Oh, he’s a baby? I thought he was a tiny bald dwarf.
Molly
Seriously, this puts a real damper on all of my plans. I had a tiny silver suit custom made for him so I could have a Mini Me.
Eban
I knew you planned on turning my son in to Mini Mol. You can’t have him.
Molly
Your son? That’s not what I heard…The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plains…
