It's easy to forget a baby's first eight weeks. Time can become a blur of middle of the night feedings, diaper changes, laundry and a general feeling of disorder as you live on baby's schedule. Is it strange that I adore the first eight weeks? There is something magical about a new baby in the house. Their spirits are so big while their bodies are so small. I become entranced by tiny toes, growing eyelashes and knowing looks.
By the time my babies reach eight weeks I begin to feel like myself again. My clothes still aren't fitting and I'm still forgetful but I'm sleeping better and I've gotten to know my little ones pretty well.
Oh, and he has just started smiling! If only I can figure out this new lens enough to not miss every single one.