My Little Womulet

For the past two months, the only time I've had on the computer has been one-handed, while I'm nursing. Not very conductive to posting on a blog, or writing emails, or chatting. So here is my somewhat overdue update on my little one.

Womulet number one is the sweetest thing. He is truly a "perfect baby." I know, I know, everyone thinks their child is perfect. But I mean it in the sense that people outside our little family would say it. He took to breastfeeding like a champ from the beginning. He started sleeping through the night at six weeks. He doesn't fuss unless something is actually wrong (needing to burp, too warm), and stops crying as soon as it's taken care of. Also, he's awfully beautiful. Not all babies are. But he's crazy cute. To illustrate my point, here's a picture:

(His left eye had a little infection at first. So imagine that, but without the puffy eye. And bigger now, since this was at three weeks, and he's two months today. He's only gotten more beautiful since then. I just haven't had time to upload our newer batch of pictures.)

All this to say: I got lucky. I'm being spoiled. Our next child will likely be an absolute terror. But for now, I'm just enjoying my little angel, who woke up about thirty seconds after I started writing this, and has just been cooing and smiling at me the whole time, even though he's probably hungry.

Off to play with my little womulet.

Blessings on your travels,
Emily.