Thursday, October 31, 2013

Life is exhausting at nine days old!

You wouldn't know it by the pictures I post, but Colt does open his eyes. They are deep, dark gray and they usually look at me like "What on earth is this racket you have birthed me into?"
Before long, however, those eyes close and Colt nestles down for a little nap.
A little squirm here, a little wiggle there before he gets comfortable.
And just like that he's out like a light.
Squishy lips, chubby cheeks and all just snoozing away.
Oops - wait - what was that? Big brothers are playing the drums on old, tin coffee cans? Should I wake up for this?
No, clearly I am the third son and can sleep through a tornado.

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