Oh, I mean Happy New Year! It's a holiday, right? A reason for celebration? An excuse to sport the new clothes you got for Christmas, put on some lip gloss, and party with friends until 2 AM, when you drive home on high alert, being sure to avoid any drivers who seem to be unable to commit to a lane...
Well, instead of watching the ball drop, I plan to be in bed. Of course, I'll be up about an hour later to feed the punk. He likes to snack at 1 am. But before that, we will spend his awake time watching him make faces. It's one of our favorite pastimes.
We call this one Duck Lips:
He also likes to do things with his hands, like give high fives.
If he has his hand in a fist and we stroke his skin, he'll slowly open up his hand so we can play with his long fingers. He's very grabby. When I went to cut the umbilical cord, he surprised me by reaching up and grabbing the scissors! He'll be a great pianist. Or maybe a cellist! Yeah, that's it, a cellist!
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What a cutie-pie! Hey, don't feel bad...we don't even have kids and we were still in bed by 10:00. And then up again at midnight when the dog started barking at all the firecrackers outside.
What are you talking about a cellist? He's going to be some amazing guitarist/composer/singer! Psh...cellist.
Not that there's anything wrong with being a cellist...that's just not his calling.
well, there IS always room for
C-E-L-L-O
What are you doing calling a beauty like that a punk? You have not had enough sleep!
Diane, it's supposed to be a term of endearment. Like when Tim calls me Woman.
Isn't it amazing how much time you can spend simply staring at a baby? They don't do much of anything but watching them seems to be so entertaining. Let me know if you need some adult time. I'll come visit!
Have you caught him smiling, yet? That's the best!
He is so cute. I can't wait to see him in person.
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