The first few weeks of having a newborn are a little rough. Especially when you have a two-year old to take care of as well. Sure they are tiny and sweet and so cuddly. But in some ways, it's hard too. Every time they wake up, they want to eat immediately. They just want to be held and getting things done is so hard. And with a two-year old, there are lots of things that need to be done every day.
But at around week 6, that wrinkly little baby loses that newborn blank stare and they start to pay attention to the world around them. They begin making eye contact and then all of a sudden...it happens.
When Lance smiled at me for the first time, it absolutely melted my heart. My eyes watered just a bit. It was probably the happiest moment I had since he was born.
After that point, things changed. I started goo-ing and gah-ing and laughing and talking ridiculous baby talk just to see that elusive baby smile. And somehow he knew not to smile when I was holding a camera. That would just be too much work.
But as each week passes, the smiles increase and the interaction grows.
It makes every 3am feeding totally worth it. Every poopy diaper is less of a chore and the day just seems to be a little bit better.
Tomorrow, he will be 10 weeks old.
I love these pictures of Lance smiling at his dad. Such precious moments.