So we're here. We made it.
We are in Montana.
The boys have a crib set up in their aunt Kathryn's room, and we have to lie them facing the window or they fuss and wiggle and strain their necks until they've repositioned themselves to face the window.
They love it.
Below is Grey. My sweet baby.
My baby who never cries.
My baby who always makes me feel like a good mom, because he eats well and sleeps well and I never find myself saying "What more can I do? How can I help you?" whilst feeling totally inadequate.
Grey is learning how to suck on his fingers and will rub his fist across his face until it ends up in his mouth.Sometimes after a few minutes of good sucking, his thumb will pop out - and suddenly he's a thumb sucker.
He is very solemn, and doesn't give out his smiles quickly or often, but he'll grin a big wide, open-mouthed smile when he's very happy.
He tries to talk and sing when I talk and sing and makes a happy "Ah-ah-oooooh!" sound that sounds a bit like he's holding in a sneeze.
He loves having a bath, but he hates when I rub lotion and baby powder on him afterwards. He sucks at his pacifier like there's no tomorrow.
He is perfect.
I love him so much.
Pictures of Micah coming soon. And no, I didn't edit the eyes.
Here's proof. Below is the edited version and the unedited version of the same picture: