I’m just sitting here watching my little man sleep. He makes the most adorable noises. And it’s all I can do to keep myself from picking him up and nuzzling him into the crook of my neck.
He’s a nuzzler. A snuggler. If I would let him, he would snuggle me 23 hours a day. If I hold him on my chest, he curls up into a little ball, rests his head on my shoulder, lets out a little sigh (and sometimes gives me a little smile), and dozes off. And he will stay that way as long as I let him. Or until he needs to eat. Whichever comes first.
When he DOES need to eat, there is no sad newborn cry to make me aware it is feeding time. Nope. He’s not a crier. He’s too patient and content for that. Instead, he lets out a sound like a little lamb. Which has earned him the lovely nickname “My Little Lambie".
And when he eats, he just slurps it down as fast as he can, let’s out one big belch, then nuzzles back into my side and falls fast asleep.
and I love it.
And I Love him.
Welcome to the world, little man.