The boy has grown

I can’t empirically measure it. And I’m not sure if it’d even show on a photo (which I’m not in a position to take at the moment as he’s resting in the sling, nose nestled in my bosom).

But during our 4:30 a.m. feeding and diaper change, I noticed. He’s grown. He’s older. There’s something different about the way he looks. Is it that his head is bigger? His eyes look wiser? He moves differently? I don’t know. He still does the wiggle dance.

There’s just a certain quality to his features that is different from yesterday.

Also different from yesterday or the day before is that I appear to have aquired some type of contagious upper respiratory illness. Poop. Kevin was sniffly a couple of days ago, and now I’m in the sniffly stage. Hopefully Duncan won’t get it. I remember reading something about him getting antibodies through my milk (for the specific illness I have at the time) and thus being safe from it. Let’s hope so.