Eliot reached the six week mark this past week and celebrated by flashing us some pretty unmistakably intentional smiles. He has also been working on his baby vocabulary of coos and gurgles.
Enjoying some delightful dinner conversation with Noni.
Working on his vice-like grip on Noni's finger.
I'm so glad that you can't spoil an infant, because Eliot loves to be held and I love holding him. Someday soon he will be a big boy, more interested in Legos and Spiderman than cuddling with Mama, and I savor this time with him. Also, I love it when babies are small enough to curl their little legs up under them. So sweet!