The little one is 6 weeks old today. I know I keep saying this, but it feels as though she has been around forever. Even while I have been in the thick of it, I still have to say that I adore little newborns. Some people like babies better when they can play and grin or talk, but I love them when they are small and squeaky and smell so delicious. Even if they do steal your sleep.
Baby T is starting to try to smile and she opens her eyes so wide when she hears our voices (especially her brother's since he, at 4, knows NO VOLUME CONTROL WHATSOEVER). Just last night we moved her into her cot in E's room and she slept very contentedly in it. I can't explain just how it floods my heart to walk in there in the dark and see not one but two peacefully sleeping children ... aaah!
Speaking of sleep, T's daytime naps are erratic - some days (like today) she'll impress us with three nice big long naps, but other days it's more like catnapping. At night she does the witching hour thing from about 6-9.30pm, after which she will sleep somewhere between 4.5 and 6 hours, feed and then pop off for another 4-5 hours. That's not too bad, though I do still dream of a night when I could sleep right through ... oh well, never mind.
It's never fun dragging yourself out of a warm bed at 3.20am, but I think there is a secret pleasure to sitting in the dim light, in the total quiet, with nothing else to do, nowhere else to be, just gazing at your baby.