My boy has had his share of love and affection these days. He's been passed from cousin to cousin to Auntie to grandmother to mother back to cousin. At first there was a bit of quivering of the bottom lip, which quickly turned into coos and smiles and displays of advanced babyness, you know, recitation of multiplication tables and the elements of various torts or tortes. He's a well rounded 18 week old. Truly.
A year ago I was pregnant. And today I have my happy, smiley, giggly boy.
Best Christmas ever.