Rowan is 5 weeks old now. He is becoming more alert. He gets distracted by -- well, I'm not sure what. Light? Shadows? -- when I am nursing him. You can see him gazing intently at the animals that hang from the mobile on his swing. He seems to like the charcoal sketch of Clifford the dog that hangs in his room above the glider where we spend a bit of our time. He's made a few sounds that are more similar to talking or cooing than a chainsaw. Yesterday, he looked at me and as our eyes met, he seemed to lock in and recognize me and gave me a big smile. Oh, that was nice. We grinned at each other for a while.
Tonight, he'll sleep in his crib for the first time. I just wish I could find his sheets that I so cleverly packed away.
But hey. She loves to dance, even in public. Is that endearing, or what?