One of us

Well, it's been 6 weeks now, and it's official.

This baby is one of us.

Michael and I can imagine life without him, but it's not the sort of thing we like to do. It's like imagining life without something both extremely enjoyable and utterly ubiquitous, like the pillows on your bed.

He's part of the group, now. No longer is his presence a novelty. Rather than the begged-for, brand new Christmas present, he is already the cherished favorite toy in our lives. We'll sleep with him, play with him every day, and secretly put him in our luggage with us when we go to college. He's that special.

He's like us. He loves snuggles and games. He enjoys noise and fun, and detests being alone in the silence. He wakes up slowly. He laughs often, and only cries when something's wrong. When the problem's gone, he's all smiles again.

We are all very happy-- together.