Milk Breath

I have an absolutely adorable son. I know, I know, I'm biased. But that doesn't make it any less true! A few things I particularly enjoy:

-His eyelashes. They're long, dark, feathery, and so beautiful.

-The way he squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips tightly together when I ask him if he wants any more when I'm nursing him.

-The little 'ruffle' of hair he has all along the back of his ears. I assume (and hope, ha!) that it will fall out eventually, but now it's super cute.

-His hands. One of the ladies on staff commented how big they were when she first saw him (at 2 days old), but I still thought they were tiny. Not any more- he's growing some big strong hands!

-His breath. I'm particularly obsessed with his breath, which Andrew finds amusing. It smells sweet, with a hint of slightly soured milk. I love to smell it when he's sleeping in my arms, with his head back, mouth open--so peaceful and relaxed. To me it signifies his sweet, young, innocence, and I find it beautiful.