Ten Weeks

Today Cillian is ten weeks old, and I can scarcely believe that much time has past already. His little personality is manifesting itself day by day with each new babble and smile and expression. I love this tiny creature so dearly. I love it when he's sleeping, but I love it so much more when he's awake with his sparkling little blue eyes open big and wide.

Ok, pause. In the midst of writing all that sweet stuff about said wee one, he commenced to fire off the most explosive of diapers I have EVER beheld. The newly christened "level ten" (usually it only goes up to level five) was out the diaper, up the back, and in the hair, warranting a full-blown, hose-down bath. Wow. I hope that doesn't become a regular thing.

Back to the sweet stuff. He really is the happiest little guy ever - he giggles and coos and talks all the time. I love seeing in his face that he recognizes me. Surely one of the most rewarding expressions in a baby's face is that of recognition. His round face lights up and he smiles this heart-melting, perfect smile. But he doesn't smile just once, he smiles over and over and over again or with one really long smile. I don't want to ever forget this. And I was just thinking as I was nursing him that I truly do feel the urgency to remember EVERYTHING. I can already feel the moments slipping by. The moments are so frequent that they become a way of life, but that should never jeopardize my taking the time to slow them down and memorize them, second by second. That's why, even though he's hardly three months old, I watch him every minute I can spare. He is my son, and I want to know him for as much of his life as I can.