You are now seven weeks old and your newest trick is running commentary. You coo, grunt, sigh and babble. Your voice is delicate and soft, friendly and light-hearted. Well, your speaking voice is. You still rock our world every night with your powerful screams.
We have been very lucky with the weather this winter-last winter, NYC saw several blizzards that shut the city down. This year, it's been extremely mild, with temperatures in the 40s and 50s. We've been outside every single day since you were two weeks old. Some of the trips were quick: dropping off laundry at the corner or running to the Farmer's Market a few blocks away, but most of the time we walk for at least an hour. I decided at two weeks that I needed to get out of the house every day to feel like a human being and we have stuck to that. I put you in your sling and then bundle us up in Daddy's fleece-we both stay cozy and warm. Today was almost 60 degrees-we went out to our meet up with only sweatshirts on over our shirts. You went barefoot (in your sling) and I wore flip flops.
Anyway, here's a peak at you this week. Daddy thinks we could name your biography Cheeks and Squeaks