Baby Boy LOVES to be held and HATES to be on his own. As long as he is on one of his parents he's the calmest baby you ever met: he will sleep, snuggle, observe his surroundings, and generally let you do anything you want. But put him down and 10 minutes later you have a little monster on your hands, albeit instantly calmed as soon as you pick him back up.
And so, I have become a kangaroo. This is how I look many hours of the day.
The rest of the hours he's held in my arms, maybe feeding but most likely sleeping with a human pacifier. Or I am lying down, with Baby on chest. Apparently, boobs make a pretty good pillow.
But still, we can't get enough. And so it is.
How amazing is it that just a few weeks into life, our little baby is already revealing some personality?